I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING

that’s hilarious. ima watch it all day.

Hey Matt (this is literally addressed to you, because you said you read the Jezebel comments, but it’s also addressed to everyone - so, most of us - trying to be an ally of another group):

I understand why this was an upsetting experience, but tattoo artists refuse jobs all the time for all sorts of reasons. Many have a no necks, no hands policy - it’s quite common. And, as you discovered, what’s off-limits to one artist is totally okay with another - you were able to get exactly what you wanted in the…

I’m planning on getting pregnant in the nearish future and I CANNOT WAIT to be all hugely pregnant and working pro-choice rallies.

I don't know her but she is my hero as well.

That’s fantastic, I did a reproductive justice march while (visibly) pregnant with my first, it was SO MUCH FUN. The anti choice people could not wrap their minds around it.

They are under the impression all us pro-choice women do a blood oath pinky ritual where we pledge that if we ever get pregnant we will abort without question. No regards are given to circumstance, age, if the partner is willing to be involved, education, finances or just flat out our fucking choice. Nope, we must…

True story. My sister once raised money to save the Brazilian Rain Forest despite the fact that she’s not, in fact, a marmoset.

How much more wanted and loved they will feel when she tells them that they were chosen, that they are alive because she chose not to kill them.

What’s it gonna take to get you in this 1999 Dodge Neon today, honey?

Expecting a new baby? How passe. I prefer old babies. Old babies give you a Werther’s Original and then take you out to dinner at the buffet at 4 o’clock.

A couple of weeks ago, a cousin of mine died suddenly. He was just about David Goldberg’s age, actually – married, a kid, well-known and well-loved by anyone who was in or followed his industry.

Fried chicken casserole. Let it be so.

In the South, we bring fried chicken. Chicken is the food of grief.

When my wife and I lost our daughter, I was at the point where I was going to stab the next person who said “everything happens for a reason,” or “God must have needed an angel,” or something similar. I realize that nobody knows what to say, and that they are generally just trying as best they can to be comforting,…

Add cream of mushroom to weed and alcohol and you have an excellent casserole.

I will remember to use “how are you today?” after reading this.