I mean...it’s equally as effective as wearing a plastic face shield or mouth shield with no mask underneath. *shrug*

I looked at the expression on the black woman’s face and the “wattle” lines on the white woman’s neck and the aggressive glance in her blue eyes, and I knew immediately whom this cartoon was sympathetic toward.

I’m a white person from the midwest US and I “got it” right away. Now that I squint out of the corner of my eye I can see how some people might see it the opposite way. But that’s exactly the point the cartoonist was making. White people continue to minimize both of these issues. The cartoon is satire.

Sort of. But if you breed two crappy, ill purebred dogs (of different breeds) together you are not going to get beautiful, healthy puppies from that match either.

Looks like an all-white Alaskan Klee Kai. It’s a recent breed designed to look like a mini husky. They have no husky breeding as far as I know, though - mostly Pomeranian ancestry and a few other breeds mixed in. They’re prone to patellar luxation like a lot of toy breeds.

If you loved The Expanse, definitely check out Revenger by Alastair Reynolds. Pirate sci-fi with female heroines set 10 million years in humanity’s future. The author is an astrophysicist.

I know it’s an umbrella term. That’s why I directly linked to a list of different craniofacial syndromes. I have a family friend with a very rare, severe form of this, and he fundraises for the World Craniofacial Foundation. But thanks for the totally unnecessary lecture.

This wins the everything. Beautiful.

Craniofacial syndrome:

Laughed so hard I snorted. +1 fancy scale

Oh wow, I highly recommend an old B-Movie from the Sci-fi channel (back before they changed the name a hundred times) called Mansquito. It’s so terrible that it’s great, especially with wine.

Considering I (and other women I assume, unless I’m a horrible abomination) only get “satisfaction” from the act of P-in-V, that sounds REAL fun...

correction: “bean-to-bar”, not “bar-to-bean”

Agreed; it’s the only thing that kept me from utter poopcopalypse after my kid was born.

F1?

I used to eat cloves. I liked how they smelled and how they made my mouth go numb. I was a weird kid.

I knew a guy who named his daughter Senna. It means “gift from heaven” but is also the brand name of a very popular stool softener.

Susanna Clarke.

I don’t know about menopause hormones, but pregnancy hormones made my boobs balloon from an E to a GG/H and at one point while nursing I think I was a size I. My boobs have gone back down to a G but I am 5.5 years out now and they aren’t going any further back down. YMMV obviously.

Okay, but what if I have a really weird size that no one else wears? I have a tiny ribcage paired with porn star boobs. (Autocorrect just called them port star boobs, which sounds very nautical.)