That was unnecessary and kind of mean.

I’m sorry that Lindsey won’t be able to achieve her goal of being pregnant. I’m not sorry that Lindsey’s adopted children will have a mom that isn’t distracted with maintaining a foreign uterus. I’m not sorry that Lindsey’s adopted children will not get to feel like they have to compete with mom’s only biological…

Mountain Dew, meth and buffalo cheeseburgers?

But mama bear Bristol filed her own docs saying that plan won’t work because Sailor can’t be away from her food source — Bristol’s breasts — for that long. She says she intends to breastfeed Sailor until she’s one.

Glue for her arts and crafts projects?

Maybe. But why she thought having grapes was causing me pain is anyone’s guess.

“I have grapes.”

You can pry “The Communists are in the funhouse” from my cold dead hands

Meh. It was okay but it got a bit old an hour in. Great to see Jason Mantzoukas though.

Riverdale meets Nightvale would be better.

Uh, not a U.S. Supreme Court judge. A New York state judge. New York state trial courts are called “Supreme Courts” (even though they are actually the lowest courts in NY, not the highest as you might think given the word “Supreme”).

At 7 months, so many babies can be born premature and survive. I’m comfortable calling it murder in the third trimester. But any earlier and it starts to get into dicey territory.

I don’t remember biology class all that well, but if you cut open a woman’s “stomach” all you get is her last meal, not her womb or her unborn baby.

I want this person not to have been born. That’s the only safe and equivalent justice I can think of.

So you’re saying you made a well thought out, reasonable decision about your health and your body; the people responsible for it did not judge or subject you to their personal bias; and your supportive partner was there for you and cared for you before, during and after.

I like the dress she is wearing in the pic. Also, what happened to that thing where you click on Tom Cruise’s drum tight face and it snapped a lil square pic of that area and added your comment and a little number under the picture? Now if I click on it, it just embiggens. Not as much fun at all.

they look like they had fight with a large cat

it came out the year i decided to go to michigan for grad school AND bring my bearded, woodworking boyfriend across the country with me — he ended up actually teaching at michigan despite not having an academic career path, but i still refuse to watch the movie out of superstition

The Five Year Engagement.

The ‘more flexible’ half of their couple had some strong ties to the Bay Area, as I once did, and spends a year or so floating about in career paralysis ... let’s just say it was too, too real, at a time when reality was real enough.