For everybody seething with rage over this, may I recommend “The Fourth Procedure”? Not only is it a damn good book, but it’s extremely satisfying as well.

Glad you could visit us. Come back again!

I was *just* coming here to post that!

When you’re trying to report something in an official capacity, using “female” or “male” is generally the most straightforward way to do it. It’s better than trying to use “woman”, “teen”, “girl”, etc. It doesn’t matter what age you are, “female” will describe you if that’s what you are.

That whole shitshow is responsible for one of my favourite .gifs so far this year:

These cars are very cool. But nice try, Disney—there’s room in my heart for only one childhood-confusing fox hero with dreamy eyes and a great smile.

Goddammit, New Hampshire. I leave 13 years ago today, and you completely fuck up your shit. Heroin problem, Republican idiots in government, now this. Where are all my cranky Yankees at?

I was a 17-year-old girl with lots of problems, but I was pretty fucking certain is was an epic level of douchenozzlery to encourage somebody—especially somebody with a history of ideation and attempt—to kill themselves.

Expecto Barftronum

I will never understand how people were not immediately repulsed by this creepy-ass motherfucker. My husband is British, and he says, “It was the 70's. Everybody looked weird and creepy.”

This book is so close to my heart it’s practically sewn there. In fact, most of L’Engle’s books are.

Mad Max all the way!

I’m not voting as a feminist, a woman, or any of that. I’m voting as an intelligent human being that has done her homework and soul-searching. I’m voting for the person I believe is best for the job, regardless of my or their gender/genitals/etc.

My friend Azfir and I have had a standing date to go see this since it was announced; he’s going as Patsy and I’m Edina.

If you’re in contact with her in any way, encourage her to get in touch with Gavin de Becker.

Please don’t ever meet someone at their home, or have them come to yours, in order to conduct a transaction. Food courts, shopping malls, and crowded coffeehouses are your friends.

Pfft. So we can turn into The Aunts, of course.

My mom had periods that lasted for weeks, extreme pain, so much blood—and the doctors told her it was all “in her head” (this was the 60's and 70's). When she turned 30, she finally found a doc that listened to her, and surprise, surprise—-endometriosis. Hysterectomy for mom.

I seriously cannot believe he’s one year older than me. I have people not believing I’m 44, but in a good way.