I regret not being stoned. Just in general, though.

THANK YOU.

Mostly, this article makes me glad that I'm queer and reinforces my desire to neverever date corporate, mainstreamy people of any gender. What a douche. Ugh. I need a palate cleanser.

I would knock out the walls between the main bedroom's two WICs and create a femme parlour/dressing room for myself. There would be a chaise lounge and a glamourous old-fashioned vanity and lush velvets and sumptuous silks and...

"for some reason"?

I'm not sure, but I'm worried his lips will never close again with that nonstop gif-looping action.

Wait, what? Where?

There is no shame in that story. I validate you!

Yep, it was her dad.

Holy crap, I made it out of the gray zone! This calls for some celebratory Feminazi ice cream. Ben & Jerry's is making that now, right?

Someone needs to make an extended mix of "feminazis stole my ice cream." IT WILL BE THE HIT OF THE SUMMER!

Who do you think came up with those cool ranch-flavor-blasted apple pies?

Note to Ms. Olen: I do believe Ms. Gregory Thomas meant "hawk," not "hock."

As late as the mid-80s, my grandma's small-town MN paper did the same thing. I know this, because it was sometimes reported that I was visiting her.

Something like "ba ba" is a perfect example of breaking down a word into manageable morphemes. Of course, they're also going to hear adults around them saying the full, correct word, unless they live with some seriously disturbed people who only speak in baby talk to other adults, never take them outside or let them…

Free Ballard!

I mean, they should auto-approve you based on your screen name ALONE.

♥=warmed.

Heh?

As I said over on Autostraddle: META LEZ!