It just seems WAY fishy to be claiming abuse in order to make babies with the person who abused you. It would be like a woman saying “He abused me, so I have to have his sperm!” He’s not trying to get her legally punished for abuse; he’s trying to make her make babies.

The best thing about this is that you KNOW if Michelle Obama did that she would never live it down. The privilege of just trying some persona on for fun is real.

The future is already here, it’s just not very evenly distributed.

The new black narrative is attractive to wealthy Black people and poor black people because it disregards the structural, systematic forces that shape our lives and gives us practical, personal ways to cope with them. In that way it is very much like a self help book- just another aspect of the American dream.

She probably withheld the info because her child’s father is a raging philanderer with a million other kids. That’s not exactly the sort of news you want to tell your parents.

That is fascinating. It’s amazing to read about how far reaching the actions of one person can be.

Maybe the answer is shop around. I’m in Ohio, but we have a trafficking and wage-slave problem here, too. Realizing I couldn’t continue to get my mani-pedis in a high-end spa, I began shopping around for a regular fast-nail salon. The place I go to now is owned by Koreans, but a family. Some of them are citizens and…

Exactly! I’ve been going to the same place for years, and I know all the ladies, plus intimate details about their lives. Go to a reputable salon. It will cost WAY more money, but then you’re not contributing to the problem.

There are a couple of things that immediately come to mind for me. First, in some circles it’s customary to donate for funeral costs or the future of the family. “In lieu of donations” is one way to specify that people’s immediate financial assistance isn’t necessary, but the family would still get some comfort from…

Let me love you, Netflix. We’ve always been cool. Please don’t make me cancel the service out of a political conscience. You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had, I don’t want to have to break up with you because you’re a racist. :-(

Yeah, Rekia Boyd’s death and the subsequent verdict, as well as the judge’s explanation are ridiculous and sad.

Oh please, it’s not like she hurt the kid. She was obviously distraught and desperate to stop her son from doing something stupid. I wouldn’t call her a “hero” or anything, but probably a good parent.

This must be accurate, because as an accountant, if I had been able to have my dream wedding, I would have rocked that fucking pantsuit at City Hall.

I still don’t wear my wedding ring either. It never seems to fit, as my sausage fingers swell and unswell all the time.

Why does that matter? Why does it matter if she was contacted or not, or chose to give a statement or not? Her decisions in this are incredibly irrelevant.

It was obvious he was transitioning and did not want public scrutiny. I am happy to oblige him on the latter and did not watch his interview and will not watch his show. I am not obliged to believe him when my brain and eyes tell me he was lying, albeit for a good reason. I think sensitivity should be observed when…

Also, there’s this, from the first linked article:

Once I started filling in my brows...I realized I couldn’t go back. It just brings everything together.

I have decided that well-done eyebrows are to your face what a manicure is to your hands. A seemingly small thing that takes you from “nice” to “looks perfectly put together” if they’re done right. Like, my entire face looked different when I started shaping my eyebrows and using an eyebrow filler.

To each their own. I love going to the movies and having a beer and good pizza at the same time (which I can go in my local movie theater). I love going to watch interesting dramatic movies. I do not mind paying for that. For me it’s an experience. I meet my friends, get out of the house, and we have something of…

For fucks sake. When I was young, even if I didn’t want to go to a classmates party, my parents dragged me there anyways. Some days aren’t about you. Plus, you get cake. Go to the party!