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I lived in Sudan last year, and my host family got their milk from a guy who drove around the neighborhood in a donkey cart every day with a big urn of fresh milk on the back. And let me tell you, it was WORK to make that milk suitable for drinking. The family had a set of milk scalding pans that were JUST for milk

I feel like everyone saying “Chipotle sucks” lives in California or something. Not all of us have mission burritos, you assholes.

I wish I could say this was uncommon. But growing up in fundamentalism, we were taught that the only acceptable emotion was happy and blessed. You weren’t allowed to be angry or sad or disappointed. I wasn’t in a cult like this (Thank the Lord,) but what I was taught wasn’t so different. I actually had to learn how to

Well, they did capitalize it. Maybe they were hoping to see Bears, the famed Jezebel commenter?

People were commenting on break.com’s version of the article with the phrase “TIPS: To insure prompt service”. Butchering of the English language aside, what the hell? Like servers and waiters have control over how long it takes the kitchen to make things.

I grew up on a farm and we raised sheep so I do know about sheep.

I'm sorry he was so embarrassing. Please ignore any rude comments from people with floral arrangements for usernames.

This isn’t necessarily a parent being embarrassing and hilarious, but...it is being ridiculously embarrassed by a situation I found myself in with a parent. So maybe not the appropriate thread, but oh well. It’s Friday. Let’s go crazy.

Not to excuse or downplay sexism in Tech or Finance, but these are the kinds of stories I really, REALLY would like to see more of in women’s spaces and for feminists to grapple with. I get that its hard being a woman making $100k a year in a job where a man makes $129k, and that it really sucks when some bros want to

Things the Gilbert School District will not talk to your child about:

My then 15 year old had his new girlfriend over to the house. I’d only met her a couple of times. I was cooking in the kitchen and they were at the table playing a boardgame. He would things like “want me to make some Crystal Lite?” and she’d be like “whatever you want.” He’d ask what flavour, “whatever you want. I

“I didn’t want him to laugh at me. I didn’t want to offend him.”

Muslim-free. Idiot-abundant.

1. If you can’t find the Big Dipper, you might be in the southern hemisphere. I know, I’ve never heard of that place either.

You make some reasonable points about sexual expectations placed upon women, but they’re off-target here.

While communication is vital to any relationship, sexual dysfunction is real. It’s biological in nature, and it’s not cured by the right lover nor “manning up”. This medication may not be the answer. But the problem it attempts to cure is a medical problem, not a relationship problem, and the women who suffer from it

Wow...nice job figuring out a way to blame men for the problem while completely discounting the experiences of women who have a medically recognized disorder for whom this is supposed to help. Alienating both genders isn’t something I’m used to seeing. Yes, many men don’t take the time needed to build up the

Guinness is good and all but Portland is the best beer city in America. There are more good breweries in Portland than there are in all of Ireland.

Twitter is easy to explain to people of the 50’s

I make jokes about the child abuse I’ve faced and my abusers all the time. I haven’t been able to joke about my rapes, maybe one day I will... a lot of time it’s actually people who haven’t had the experiences who look at me and are like: “Don’t you know how weird it is, that you’re laughing about something