You’re not wrong, but a flawed beginning is better than no beginning at all. No social justice / human rights movement has ever been an intersectional masterpiece from it’s earliest days, and most still aren’t.

My great grandmother died the same way. This would have been around 1913. My grandmother was three and grew up without a mother. It didn’t occur to me until now how that must have affected her...and her relationship to my mother...and my mother’s relationship to me (which was not great). Women’s reproductive rights…

I would love her to just say she needed her vagina looked at. And then say the word vagina as many times as possible Then ask him about his penis and ask for all documentation he has on it. I mean, seriously, could this be anymore childish?!

I’m starting to understand why the Brits don’t let the average bobby carry a gun.

If you got so drunk that a mugger noticed and decided to take advantage of that, a lawyer wouldn’t attempt to use your drunkenness to get the mugger off charges.

Just popped in to give a general plug to her charity, Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library. It’s a fabulous organization, dedicated to giving books to any child that wants them.

It’s actually true— the ambulance didn’t come equipped with a time machine to go back two weeks so his parents could take him to a doctor.

Honestly, I think my family topped even Kanye’s Mother’s Day.

Margaret Atwood was a fucking prophet.

People who want to make sure they have an ideologically pure voting record at the expense of real people getting hurt by letting a Republican win really make my heart hurt.

The thing that puzzles me is that even when a woman keeps her own name, she is (most likely) actually keeping her father’s name. So she has still defined herself with a man’s name. At least if you take your husband’s name, she gets to choose it.