DameB
DameB
DameB

The best mom I know insists her son sees 50 percent women and girls in all his media. It’s a ton of work for her to curate his media, but he’s less of an entitled brat than most the rich, white boys that my daughter knows.

Bullet vibes come pretty small.

I was really hoping when I saw “Octavia Spencer and Julia Louis-Dreyfus” in the headline that it might be a female-centric film. 

I was so worried! Though when I did phone banking everyone I talked to was really amazingly positive. (I phonebanked in the SUPER liberal parts.)

OOoo. I once had dinner at Blue Hills Stone Barn -- $800 with no wine pairing. (I'm not a drinker which makes the spendy meal splurge more reasonable.) It was worth it. 

I bought a house... A condo in one of the most insanely overheated hipster markets in the country at the height if the bus ble in 2008. We knew the market was going to crash, because it had to but our infant was about to become a toddler and we needed more too and even at the overblown prices, it was slightly more

“Now that those cartoons are being resurrected, why are they going with completely different animation styles?”

I’m with you. Start a memorial garden, charge$1,000 and have the ashes worked into the soil. Family members can come and sit under a tree surrounded by blooms and remember them.

My favorite apple orchard, that I might enrich the trees. Baldwin variety, by preference. 

I lost a much-hoped-for baby at 14 weeks. I had to take misoprostal for $10 to get the fetus out in the comfort of my own home or have a D&C at the hospital for hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars, legs in stirrups, florescent lights on my face, cold speculum all up in there.

By Sarah Lance’s dimpled chin.... I may live through 2018 after all. Welcome back, Legends.

He’s ours until he dies. Normally I don’t wish for death on someone but since carrying a child to term is pretty deadly in the US (more deadly than being a cop most years) and he plans to kill Roe v Wade, he’s going to be responsible for a lot of deaths. So, here’s hoping for a heart attack, stroke, aneurysm, cancer,

I was 22 and had just broken up with a LT boyfriend. I was at some interminable family weekend and my cousins and I were trying to figure out how to be adults together so they took me to a local bar with some friends, including a 28 year old guy who I’ll call Tony.

Tony was the opposite of everything I’d ever dated —

My first sexual assault happened in the 7th grade. I also remember the laughter.

I’ve always thought that dudes used it as a way to use social pressure to get her to say yes, if he wasn’t sure, and a way to stroke his own ego so he can strut around and tell this wild story. 

Karl and I dated off and on and off and on again throughout high school. In freshman year, he dumped me (for Vicki) on Valentine’s day. In the hallway of the school. Between classes. And gave Vicki a locket.

Rosalind Franklin is unsurprised. 

So I grabbed the book to read before I saw the movie and I’m shocked to tell you all that the movie is BETTER than the book! Like, much better!

The book was billed as Austen-esque but lacked her compassion and insight, throwing it over in favor of lavish designer label porn or vicious caricatures. The women in

I was too old to hear about Avatar when it came out but someone (no idea who, I’d bake them a cake if I could remember) suggested it for my daughter several years ago. The whole family watched, utterly enthralled. It was astounding. Complex and thoughtful plots that didn’t shy away from gnarly issues just because it

'm a 45 year old housewife/mom and I threw both arms in the air and shouted "Yes!" in a voice that my husband later said he didn't hear much outside the bedroom. So I'm ok with a fistpump.