My mother gave this book to my sister and I both before we got our periods. It was her version of “the talk.” So when we got our periods,we were like, “Wait... where’s the belt?” My father was horrified to discover this a decade or so later and was like, “It’s a wonder they didn’t end up pregnant since you didn’t tell…

What kind of “hard evidence” does she want? DNA only proves sex happened, and if you’re the rapist, you just say it was consensual. If there is trauma to the body you say it was intense sex. It’s like they want someone in the room with a video tape - and even then they’d say there’s no way to know she wasn’t role…

So, let’s get something straight. A private, female citizen came forward to tell the country about her experience with sexual assault because she felt it was her duty to do so in order to give the people in charge a clear picture of the man who they were about to put on the highest court in the land for a lifetime…

Ahahahahaha. Dead. 

This is my favorite drinking story ever.  And LOL, “Kavanaughs.” I’m going to use that forever now.

JFC! Please stay safe! That shit is nothing to mess with - we had a mass shooter on the loose in my neighborhood once and I have never been so happy my brother has a collection of samurai swords.

Yeah, we have a balcony on the current apartment, but the problem is that the gutters are so clogged that it takes on water when it rains. Plus, I’ve seen mice coming out of the gutters and I am TERRIFIED of rodents so I can barely go out there anymore.

Oh, dude, don’t get me started. He blasts EVERYTHING. One night it was Beyonce, Drunk In Love on repeat for FIVE HOURS. Another night it was the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. There was one time when it was super nice piano music and was actually kinda relaxing to fall asleep to... but of course that was one time and then…

I’m that weirdo who walks through apartments thinking, “OK, so we could put the couch here, and the TV there, and oh, we could put that puzzle we framed over there...”  I’m excited that we have TWO balconies!

Oh my God I can’t even tell you how happy I am to be leaving that guy behind.

He’s a really great guy.  I love him a lot, and I still can’t believe I get to live my life with him.  I often say that it’s like God built me a guy from my wishlist.

So, this week has been pretty crap, as was last week. But here’s some good news: after a year of dating, Mr. Yacht and I have found ourselves a new apartment and are moving in together next week! He’s been in his current place for four years, and I’m here basically every day anyway; however, a couple things led to me…

I am so, so sorry for your losses.  I wish that your friends had been able to reach out and find the support they’d needed before their pain outweighed their coping resources.  Please take care of yourself as well - the aftermath of suicide isn’t easy for those left behind.

It wasn’t for nothing to me.  It was inspiring.  I hate that she felt like she had to do this, and I hate that she received so much shit for it, and I hate that her life has been upended.  But it wasn’t for nothing to me, and to my fellow assault survivors.

So wait.

Except Kavanaugh got softball questions that he wasn’t required to even answer. The fbi doesn’t play those games. 

Dude. DUDE.

Again, I’m certainly not encouraging this kind of behavior.  But I also don’t really feel sympathy for the assholes who find it perfectly acceptable to defend rapists.

I’m not saying I would *do* it or even *encourage* it.  I just don’t particularly give a shit about them.

Eh, I don’t so much feel bad.  I don’t think people should be threatening their families or anything like that, but I’m not particularly brokenhearted that these assholes had their privacy violated.  It’s not like Christine Blasey Ford knows what that’s like.