Hubby and I lived there for a few years. It's a beautiful place, filled with lovely people, governed by the effing church and a bunch of uber-conservative fuckwits who ruin it for the entire nation.

I actually don't mind when I hear people say "What about black-on-black violence" or "What about teenage pregnancy" because it lets me know immediately that they are ignorant fuckweasels, so I no longer have to waste my time speaking to them.

Alconlad always says that the Irish fought for their independence from the British, just to hand it straight to the Catholic Church.

What I think of every time I see this ludicrous nasal piercing.

Yep, when a woman has more reproductive rights in Louisiana, a country is doing something wrong. It was mere decades ago that condoms were basically illegal in Ireland, I'm glad light is being shown on how backwards the country is about women's rights.

I hear ya. It's not worth it working for a dick. Don't be embarrassed . OK I felt awkward writing about it too. This shit happens. I feel like we are having a nice little support session here. So I quit and kinda got fired at the same time so let's say the feeling was mutual. I took the year off and went to live…

Yeah that's horrible.

Yup. It takes a toll, and it never, ever gets better once the asshole/bully figures out that you are the one he/she can fuck with relentlessly and get away with it. At one point, I was perfectly composed, talking on the phone with my mom. She asked me how work was going, and I immediately started shaking and…

One dick I worked for actually threw me into a clinical depression and the raise in blood pressure he caused made my doctor think her blood pressure thingy was broken. We must take dicks seriously as a health risk. I'll contact the surgeon general about this.

If I tweeted, that would be my new fave hashtag

ALSO, have you noticed she and a baby HAVE NEVER BEEN PHOTOGRAPHED TOGETHER??

The one who used to be a showgirl and smokes 2 packs a day?

I totally understand how Madonna feels. I dropped my pen today and was a little sore from yesterday's workout. Picking it up involved an ordeal the likes of which nobody can truly understand (especially not men, who are scientifically proven to be shitty at empathy). I now understand what it's like to be the victim of…

Me to Madonna all times, all days, all comments.

I have been violated as a human and an artist!

I feel real and genuine empathy when the people around me suffer. Usually, though, I don't feel a desire to take on the pain of others for them so much as I would like to take away their pain in general. My son, though? It's like nothing else. That kid works up a tear over a minor disappointment and it hurts me soul…

I just meant that if that's what's stopping you, there is no need to wait. Send Marco a post card!

Are you close to Canada? Come on up and catch a flight. Man, there are more Canadians in Cuba than Canada.

Ooooh. He sounds kinda stupid. You should fuck with him.

Yep - and then you get to explain yourself to people who will, in my experience, make you feel like a big whiny crybaby and the only outcome will be a bullet point list of what YOU can do to make sure the asshole doesn't have to actually change their behaviour in any way. And they'll get promoted because after all…