I love your mom.

Yup. Raise your hand if you made your older brother drive you to the store to purchase it the morning it came out.

Sorry. I didn't mean to project. I've been connecting to these stories on a parental level and I'm not doing well with knowing people have to worry about the safety of their kids and so many folks think it's okay. Please bake all the pies!

I had the same thought. And then I grieve the thought that I can turn it off, because I’m white. I can turn it off and it doesn’t touch me. But that isn’t the case for so many, and it is not their fault.

I would argue that all bodies have become art, in that we often judge them based on how appealing they are to look at. We just label some bodies as “good art,” and most as “bad art.”

A lot of them are folks with fake profiles. WHO HAS THE TIME

Nathan Fillion, that is full on Dad humor, and I am full on loving it.

They're coming over from Facebook. The comments on Jezebel posts over there are horrific.

Brings a new meaning to “survival of the fittest.”

Omg. I'm suddenly very self conscious about the kind of pizza I order.

I love that logic.

Oh, I adore you.

My dad is a microbiologist and told me he was flying to Maryland for a staph meeting.

I mean. No pressure, awesome couple. And this is none of my business...

I have no issue with push presents. I had to give up running when I was pregnant— my husband didn’t. We both got our awesome kids at the end of each pregnancy, but I definitely had to go through more to get there. So I take no issue with treating myself (usually to a new pair of running shoes) after pregnancy.

That seems so specific!

Solidarity hug.

I got this a lot. And I resented my sister for it— then as young adults in peak eating disorder, I was confronted by my sister who begged me to eat again. Not for my health, but because I was the smart sister, and “being pretty is the only thing I have on you.”

Ha! Thanks for the solidarity. We have a good relationship now. She had to heal from hearing the same things from her dad.

I realized she was regurgitating all the awful things her dad said to her. I was not sad when he died.