Manic Pixie Dream Cup

Cleaning a diva cup in a nasty public toilet is worse.

Uterine Drip Pan.

Reservoir of funky fresh flow.

And Cindy is from Downton Abbey. Cousin Rose, I think. The flapper.

I'm really feeling Cate and Helena, but Cindy and the prince look kind of bland. Maybe she's gonna turn out great but I wish they went with someone who had a more interesting look, ya know?

And yet my Spinderella biopic continues to languish in development limbo. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF HOLLYWOOD?

My kid won a Pulitzer prize this year and she's a dolphin without any hands to write with so it's all the more impressive. So proud of my little baby. Oh she's 2 btw and doesn't even go to school... because she's a dolphin.

And that's BEFORE that lady gave birth on it. The SEPTA is a special kind of gross. And it still takes fucking tokens!

I'm confused. Why is the penis-themed fertility festival ( Kanamara Matsuri) in Kawasaki ok, but vaguely vulva-shaped art/canoes are considered crimes?

they work under HL

Living in Ireland, I can tell you with absolute certainty that the vast majority of people want this woman to be put to rest, including the religious people, who aren't nearly as fundamentalist as their counterparts in the the USA.

The local news for some reason says, "Have a question? Call the library!" so we get all kinds of interesting questions. There are people that call every day.

As a librarian, what is more interesting is that every time someone asks you these questions, you actually do try to find the answer-and if you can't find it, it is going to bother you for weeks.

If you've never had to be a fly on the wall overhearing an authorities or subject heading debate, I would never dream of subjecting you to that abject horror.

As a librarian, I can assure you that people still ask these weird things.

That is one point of view, but hardly the only way Christians, women, or feminists see the virgin birth. To say that good feminists should all view the virgin birth as oppressive is needlessly exclusionary.

I was going to share my "stupid food as a gift" story, but you just blew me out of the water. Like, I feel like I owe you a beer or something, because you deserve something. And that something shouldn't be Velveeta.

My worst Christmas memory also includes my grandmother...the very last one she was alive for. My father and I drove through a blizzard to pick her up and bring her to our house as she had cried that she couldn't be alone on Christmas. We get back to our house and are opening presents. I hand her one and as she takes…

Oh, man. This one is GOOD. Your grandma is special.