Not that anyone asked, but even if you're breastfeeding perfectly well, thank you, you might still want to give the kid a formula bottle once in a while, just so he/she doesn't freak out if someone else has to do the feeding.

Don't be so judgey. Where on earth would Bristol have got the slightest clue as to what good parenting is like? She certainly never saw it growing up.

The thing is, before she chicken-shitted her way out of the governor's office, Bristol's mother could have got Bristol, her brother and Levi Johnston into the U of Alaska with one phone call. Instead, she used her influence to get her daughter on DWTS.

"I have not mutated myself in any way," she said.

No, the wrong person would be someone who had actually mentioned Kotaku in her comment.

Yep. It's this lovely combination of sexism and racism.

That's as naive a claim as I've ever seen here.

You apparently haven't perused the comments on Kotaku. About half of them have elements of "making this up," "playing the victim" or both.

Little known fact: ever since that tree fell on him, he's been auditioning for the role of Mr. Potter in the reality TV version of It's a Wonderful Life.

Aside from everything else, there's the implication that women simply aren't as capable of compassion—or of responsibility, or of morality, or of understanding of what a pregnancy is—as Priebus is.

If your decision to have kids is influenced by some ninnies' bullshit-based ("parenthood is a religion") opinion piece, then no, you shouldn't have kids.

Oh, you don't even have to speculate. About 89-97% of pregnant American women who know they're carrying a Down Syndrome (DS) fetus terminate their pregnancy. http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1111/j.…

This is a pretty damn predictable outcome, but of course not one that conservatives worry about in their rabid quest to protect the unborn at all costs — even harm to the mother.

Notice how apparently arbitrary is the decision that the soul [1] appears at a point that (assuming you believe it) causes maximum inconvenience to the woman, when it makes at least as much sense to postulate that souls show up, for example, a couple of days earlier and are carried on the sperm— all 180,000,000 per…

It's porn for prudes.

Once, in a rather noisy restaurant, a waiter's recital of the evening's specials included "stuffed grapes." After conferring with my dining companion (who was also curious as to how this was done, and with what), I ordered them.

More power to her. Arguably the best thing about online dating is that you DON'T have to be coy about this sort of thing.

He is under house arrest . . . and all 8 women have been issued Glock 9s, bottles of kerosene, duct tape, bicycle chains, a "home-made" male catheter set, pointy sticks, hobnail boots, all the plastic wrap they want, maps to both his house and some swamp nobody ever goes to, shovels, and a body bag.

And you have to wonder about the women who do stick around after that.

This one: