Cuz, wimmenz.

The only time I have wanted to "look at and interact" with my mentrual fluid is to decide which kind of detergent to use to clean my undergarments. I'd rather focus on the fact that states are trying to force ultrasounds on women (as an actual feminist issue) than worry about the "hidden agendas" of feminine hygiene…

I have FNN blocked on my television, so this is fantastic news.

My grandmother lived in the city and yelled at people all the time. Once she even managed to get a fellow to turn down his "juke box" on the subway. Of course she was Italian and 4'10", so I'm sure there were some threats of curses involved as well.

"Plus, she hurt my fist every time she smashed her face into it!!"

Plus he likes "rainbow sherbet". Obviously a left wing librual with a homosexual agenda. The original fish kisser does not approve.

Plus he likes "rainbow sherbet". Obviously a left wing librual with a homosexual agenda. The original fish kisser does not approve.

This is absolutely chilling. And the idea that Rick Perry and his douchebag coterie would allow this to be an option for women in the future just makes me RAGE.

I am foot neutral. Some are pretty, some are gross and I get mine purtied up at the beginning of the summer with a pedi because they've suffered through the long winter and I like to give them a treat.

I don't know...I have relatives that grew up very poor at the end of the Great Depression and they won't spend a dime on anything unless it's absolutely necessary nor will they get rid of anything they have. Seriously, why would you still keep a BetaMax VCR?!

Every time I read this:

Sundresses won't take care of you when you're old, sure, but face it: your kids probably won't, either.

This should shock no one. I think the duping began when someone at Disney said, "Hey let's remake Lone Ranger!"

Either thing just sounds gross.

I'm glad they are continuing on with this fight in Austin...I've been following the updates on Twitter from Jessica Luther.

Wow. I've dressed up more for court just for jury duty.

The proudest* (and most terrifying) moment of my life is when I signed the papers on my house when I was still single. It was a small, foreclosed, fixer-upper (this was in the late 90s), took months and much elbow grease to get it the way I wanted it, but it was so worth it. And it was MINE - well, mine and Bank of…

What brave young women. Sometimes the human spirit is amazing.

Pat Robertson is the racist, homophobic, computer jeenyus Uncle who keeps sending Farmville requests four years after everyone else quit playing. AND TYPES HIS STATUS UPDATES ALL IN CAPS.