. . . “the testing process?” . . .

Ah yes, “better sex” as the necessary carrot to believing that basic equality is a good thing. Believe it or not, Millenials, a ten-second episode of physical pleasure, however regular, is not the epitome of human existence.

I’m wondering about my Muslimah lab mates, who pulled back their hair absolutely brutally so their hijabs would lay flat on their heads except for the piled “hump” in the back.

I am going to have a very happy husband tonight, thank you!!

I need to know of this onion cheese sauce

This kind of crap is a good way to get beaten half to death in the Caribbean. Whatever problems exist, and there are many, messing with turtles is not one of them.

If it isn’t, it should be. :)

Platypeese.

Didn’t he cry when Pope Francis spoke? And now he’s quitting? Was that his road to Damascus moment — “THIS IS JESUS, JOHN. Stop being a dick.”

Considering that we can’t seem to rid ourselves of Kim Davis and her Amazing Jesus Campaign, I’m not sure how smug we should be at this point.

Bah, it’s just an intersectionality failure. The apparatus is still a little flimsy.

Heyyy, I’m older than dirt and I’m not upset about other languages. I am upset about Rainbow Doritos, though, ‘cause I have no idea if those dyes they’re using are going to aggravate my cataracts.

I still think Buddhists are way down near the bottom on the Massacre Olympics, though. Kind of an unexpected upset in Myanmar.

Note to self: No home-canning demonstrations in Texas schools or anywhere near a Palin.

Well, it seems to me you have three choices then. A) You keep trying to reject it (which might take work, and I’m not underestimating that), B) you feel miserable about yourself for the rest of your life as you get OLDER and OLDER and OLDER, or C) you turn into a “Cool Girl” to get that male “value” approval and…

Please stop assessing yourself with the metric of men who hate women, i.e., “value.” That is MRA/PUA garbage and should be treated like it.

Uh, you spit it out after sucking on it for a while?

“Sports Pub & Tiki Bar”? Seriously? Somebody call John Taffer.

Lived in the South Bay for a while and nobody there really had anything more than a vague idea of where Sacramento was, because no-one ever, ever went there. Of course, nobody knows the way to San Jose either. The council put the accent over the “e” in government publications a few years ago and now everyone who…

Make ‘em horse cops (the mounted patrol) and you’d be carrying buckets of money away by the hour.