No, no. Don’t save her; she don’t wanna be saved.

Luckily for her, that covid infested water is called aerosol droplets and it is in the air.

That’s ... not how COVID works. It’s also not how you get to your local polling station, and if you show up all wet with COVID infested sea water (which, again, is not a thing), that’s just disrespectful to the school/church/town hall where voting is being held, not to mention other voters and poll workers.

Pretty sure Beatrice is basically Bridget Jones. 

Or you just keep doing what you were doing before until your 3 million fans wander off from boredom?  Most people would love to be a mascot even for a little while, but it’s not like they don’t have a choice.  

Though they really should have.

I’m an avowed pacifist and even I want to punch that name to the fuckin moon.

restless, quirky Gatsby Welles

Disrespecting the beliefs of others speaks more about you... not them. You don’t have to be religious but you also don’t have to be offensive or condescending. 

I am a man, and yeah, I would cringe at that guy’s steak comment.

This particular brand of feminism, the kind that dislikes men trying to improve because they’d rather hate them than have an ally, is so unbelievably toxic. This is the reason people stop taking us seriously...

I question lumping the parenting guide in with the books meant for adults, about adults. That one is actively about identifying the things we do without thinking about it that could teach lessons we didn’t intend. I read a few parenting books when I was pregnant, and one of them focused on gender and parenting, and…

This happened to me a few years ago, and I still get chills every time I think about it.

If toxic masculinity were only or even primarily about how men treat women, then the fact that books about it don’t “center” women would indeed be weird.

I feel like there’s some missing the point in this blog.

Little off topic, but really hate it when people police gender for no reason.

What the fuck?

And I am having stuffed salmon, roasted brussel sprouts, and mashed red potatoes for lunch.

I'm kind of glad it wasn't listed. The mere thought of it starts to get me, and reading a full description, even though I know the movie, will be even worse.

No Dear Zachary?