My daughter was a breech baby, so I had a scheduled c-section (two and a half weeks ago!)

...But if you had United’s coffers, how much would you pay to get the press and social media to shut the hell up already about this story? I’d say plenty.

I had a C section a week ago, and I type this from bed, where I am wearing a pair of mesh hospital panties. I bought a big pack of them - they’re great for airing the incision site, and like you say, it’s like wearing air. Plus ten for mesh undies. (And for the post-baby high that makes me care not a jot that I look…

Before we had to fill out the online form, the form to enter the USA used to ask if we’d been involved in Nazi atrocities, as well as asking whether we were visiting terrorists. I think the Nazi bit has been updated now.

I’m a Brit. Vlad’s visit was in 2003, before any of us had figured out exactly what he was. He would be singularly unlikely to be offered the same again now.

Hearty recommendation also for Jon Ronson’s Them: Travels with Extremists. It was published in 2001, but it’s still extraordinarily relevant; he concentrates on the people on the fringes of the social, religious and political spectrum who have just become louder and louder and more mainstream in the period since 9/11.…

Quite. It’s why it’s very important that we retire calling genital mutilation “female circumcision”; the life-changing results simply aren’t comparable.

I just read about this story in the Washington Post, and whaddya know, the comment section is full of idiot menz shouting “WHY DOES THIS ONLY GET ATTENTION WHEN IT’S GIRLS? WHAT ABOUT THE FORESKIN?”

Me too! A friend sent me the original article a few hours ago, and I had serious, serious trouble reading past Shirtless Violin Narcissist’s (sorry, *Dr* SVN’s) picture. The whole thing is magnificent. Also, full head of hair my ass.

It has a Madeleine feel. Whoever wrote it deserves all the ice cream.

I’d reply, but the Pit of Infinitely Scrolling Articles has left me hopelessly confused about what I’m actually replying *to*.

Your step-MIL is not the person who’s coming across as toxic here.

JUST LAST NIGHT, I had a work dinner - alone! with the MD of another company. I did not see his penis. Later on, my husband picked me up.

I resorted to Dramamine when I first played Dishonored (not a VR game, but man, it made me sick). It *kind of* worked; I was able to play for longer than I would have been otherwise. I still gave up after about a week. Shame; it looked to be a great game.

I’m Asian, my husband’s white, and we have a nanny because we both work - from home some of the time, and some of the time from our offices. Our nanny is white. I will leave you to guess where *my* implicit bias placed my assumptions when I watched this.

There’s a supplier here - canakit.com. It’s the first thing on their front page.

Oh man - my husband and I were just watching a segment about this around an hour ago on the BBC news, and were cheering along the intrepid weed farmers (and the very healthy foods visible in their canteen, mid-prep. A grapefruit! Aloe vera juice!). Until a minute or so into the segment, when the journalist started…

When I was a kid we kept chickens, and one of them only ever laid double yolk eggs. (Which were fantastic.)

Reading that made me do involuntary Kegels.

That is fucking disgusting.