We had first period dinner at my house. First-period-getter got to choose the restaurant. I have two sisters, so it was all girls plus my dad. (who gamely celebrated as well, although a little uncomfortable about how fast we were getting older.)
I was in university away for the baby of the family's dinner so we had a…
It wasn't like a vagina-themed birthday party or anything, not like in the commercial. It was more...serious, but still joyful. The women who came all brought little gifts, though, with something significant about them, ranging from a chocolate bar to crystals (okay, my mom's friends are kind of new-agey), to my…
This...was...hilarious! Especially as someone who DID have a "becoming a woman" party ^_^ (done with my full knowledge and consent of course, and we only had women come. Incidentally, my mom is awesome).
I understand where you're coming from on this, but I don't think we can really ignore the "actual" character of the information she's trying to keep from her child, as though what you referenced is in some way equivalent. Doctors and nurses ask to speak privately with their young patients not in order to expose them…
That's the dumbest fucking thing I have read today.
Mmmmm....diarrhea.
My favorite Nepali restaurant makes a savory chai with butter in it, and it's one of the most delicious things of all time. (Of course, I am also the type of person who would put butter on my cigarettes if I could get away with it.)
"So what happens if you use regular butter or non-free trade organic weasel shit coffee?"
"I think part of being a strong woman is owning the decisions that you've made in your life,"Bolotow told me. "Trying to put the onus onto someone else for your own decisions is really cowardly and kind of dishonest."
As a big fan of some sports (none big in college) I agree with everything you just said.
'69 Ford Fairlane convertable here. Room for that orgy and refreshments as well. A threesome was just a start.
I wish I had thought of drinking. I was able to make through the Varsity rape article, but I maybe got halfway through the original HuffPo article for this one, mostly because I kept thinking, "I get enough of this at work. If I think too much about DV in my off time, I'll get burned out." Guys, I don't even work full…
Am about to pour my second glass of wine. And maybe watch some Buffy the Vampire Slayer. God damn it.
Well, don't expect me to bring you a potted plant in the hospital!
You lasted way longer than me. I didn't even make it through the Varsity rape article before getting my first drink.
Holy fuckballs, I think my right eye actually popped out of my head when I read that.
I read this yesterday and have been disturbed ever since. This part, I think, bothered me the most and made my blood boil. Basically, the sheriff blamed the victim:
Have you ever seen a wolf with hiccups before? Well, you have now. And your life is better for it.
I find this deeply obnoxious, especially when I get a callback from someone in a business context and they're all like, "Oh, I couldn't be bothered to listen to your voicemail, please take more time out of your day to repeat exactly what you said there because my time is more valuable." Nine times out of ten, when I…
So, you're so socially retarded that even talking on the phone is an issue now?
