I agree. It's good to see abortion as a storyline in general, but I'd like to see it in a plotline about an established couple. It doesn't just happen to people who hook up at bars.
I've really liked her in some things, but her character on p&r is actually the woooooorst.
Is anyone else a little weary of the whole one-night stand abortion thing? I mean, we already have to deal with cheers of "close your legs" from the right. Maybe they could have done a boyfriend breaks your heart and then you find out you're pregnant storyline? Or I am making too much out of this, and I should just be…
I've had an abortion. I'm going to Sundance.* Coincidence?
Maybe I'm imagining it, but there seems to be a certain smug sense of self-satisfaction that often comes with embracing that which the consumerist drones have yet to discover. Or who knows, maybe that was exactly one comment that just got under my skin. Shrug.
Who has said that false accusations never happen? And, what is the relevance of the existence of false accusations to the story in question? If you are arguing that "sometimes a person falsely accuses another of [crime]" implies that "most or all accusations of [crime] are false", you should maybe review basic logic.
Maybe it's my need for mob justice, but these school administrators need to be named and shamed. If any of them are still in positions of authority over kids, they need to be removed, stat.
Yeah, I just wish these happy people wouldn't spend every feminine hygiene post trying to convert the rest of us.
Nice try, Anne, but Rashida doesn't care about women's issues unless it can be a twitter handwring-of-the-week about prostitutes.
Citibank probably set your limits too. I have one of those.
notice how the world and comedy as we know it didnt come to an end
Labeling something "comedy" doesn't make it immune from criticism and it certainly doesn't change the fact that it's offensive. If Sacco had said what she said in her tweet in a comedy club, she would have gotten applause, but because she's in PR and she said it on her corporate Twitter account, the entire internet…
Drunk-ish, concocting a recipe for Christmas Eve, and wanted to leave y'all a lovely cute kitten for the holidays!
The present that made me laugh so hard I cried: I had just moved into a new apartment, had no furniture, and was spending Christmas all alone in this big, empty, new place. I waited very patiently to open the box my family had sent me, but once Christmas morning came, that shit was fair game. I was getting all teary…
This isn't a Christmas gift story and it isn't one I share frequently, but it was a beautiful moment and I want to share it somehow. My best friend had passed away a few weeks before this happened and her mom told me that before she passed, she said that she wanted her belongings to go to her friends. Her mom invited…
Having my own sex toy company, my whole apartment is essentially a sex toy stash. If I were to die unexpectedly, one would merely need to just walk in the bedroom and you can spot them like easter eggs. Luckily, my parents are cool with what I do.
In the case of burial, I would suggest vibrators be interred with the person who loved them the most.
I've had a pretty terrible year and have (I think) understandably put on weight because Cap'n Crunch is my spirit animal and eating my feelings when my mom died or when I got double pneumonia from the eight-ball sized lump in my chest was easier than plastering a smile on and dazzling the world with a can-do attitude.…
"You'll pry my sex toy out of my cold dead hand!" ...and then clean it and arrange it attractively, clasped on my abdomen, for my family to view as they shuffle by.