Bogus. Yeah, these men are SO sad that they don't have to fork out $200,000 US after tax money to raise a child (not including college, first car, and living expenses when the kid boomerangs back home to live on dad's couch).

You can save $500 by ponying up the blowjobs or the sex to the directors and/or producers who are actually involved with hiring actors for real productions. And if you work really hard at perfecting your "craft" (har har) you might even get a speaking part, or a whole show.

I have loads of book deals. I'm giving them to myself all the time. As a self-published author, you can do that.

The way I parsed this article boils down to the equivalent of:

Hey, how many other childfree by choice pals out in the audience want to join me in a guilt-free high five?

Current day Catholics suffer from a textbook case of Stockholm Syndrome, whereby a prisoner, without liberty, and suffering from tremendous violence and repression at the hands of his oppressor, comes to develop a fucked up sense of "love" and loyalty for his captor. Until these people can see that, leave them to…

Vanessa's topless lesbian porn photos helped her get started in her career. Jeri's marriage to the politician broke down when he explicitly made it clear that he expected to "share" her with other connected men at a private sex club, that was part of the marriage contract; she complained and divorced him. Beautiful…

I invite you to hate me while I mention the elephant in the room that everybody is forgetting: Raising one kid to the age of 18, at best estimates, costs something like $200,000 AFTER TAXES.

(Apologies if this posts twice; I tried to submit and it seemed to disappear.)

Eh, old people and weight obsession. My grandmum and my honey's elderly mom were fat phobes. Along with their racism (well one was racist, the other one wasn't.) So if someone had a few extra pounds, they thought that person was stupid, or dirty, or just plain unacceptable. Very strange.

I hear ya, Lindy. It's a mixture of fatigue, growing tired of the endless daily decisions of "choosing your battles" and deciding when and where it's worth talking about, and sometimes just wanting to pretend it isn't real so you can get through the day without increasing the size of your frown lines.

Notions of attractiveness are always so strange to me. I feel like I'm reading Hitchhiker's Guide to Getting Laid Around the Galaxy or something. This article seemed so foreign, like attempting to read an ET language — *blork blork orifices blork sex blork*

These issues are all important. The one Catholic hospital I'm familiar with within a sixty minute drive of me is in a place where other hospitals are NOT very nearby. For example, if I were pregnant and the baby died and I was headed into septicemia, which can happen very rapidly when your body has failed to miscarry…

Good luck. They might not be Catholic, but there's a higher likelihood of Tom Cruise being straight than you getting an abortion (most likely) at that particular hospital.

Sometimes a hospital is pretty screamingly, obviously Catholic — calling itself St. Mary's, for example. But the irony is this: my elderly mother in law received excellent care at a local St. Mary's. But you'd never ever, ever, catch me going there, not even in an emergency, because it is one of those "no abortions…

If you really love someone, you commit to working through each of your issues. True love isn't for sissies. It's making a commitment to love someone even though s/he isn't perfect (and you aren't, either.) And it only works when both partners are on that same page. This kid is just part of the "disposable…