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I had hoped I emphasized a lack of restriction. But you may be right. I guess I’m just a little optimistic that our generation and the ones below us would be strong enough to keep from immediately falling into a eugenics dystopia.

Absolutely gun control. But you know what? As a new parent, I’m okay with parent licenses. I can’t believe I could just have a baby and no one would check up on it. Make it like a driver’s license; you take a free/low cost parenting class, child first aid/CPR, and pass a written test, and you can take it as many times

That it’s okay to do things that normally seem self-indulgent when you’re feeling low. Seriously, wash and fold service helped get me through my miscarriage.

Indian food. Breastfed baby poop all just looks like Indian food. Curry, dal, even palak paneer, all in rotation. So when it looks like your baby is shitting spinach and seaweed when they said it would be mustard, just be like, “whatever, what’s on the menu today?”

Oh god, the post labor shit. Definitely hurt worse than giving birth. It was about a week until I had my first shit and I thought I was going to die. And then out popped the tiniest little nugget of a poop. I was like, you’ve got to be kidding me. But it also simultaneously dislodged an apricot sized blood clot. A

I think I had these as a kid. I have this really vague memory of lying in bed in the dark with my mom holding a flashlight to what was basically a test tube sticking out of my ass. We were intently watching the shadow on the wall to see if the worms would come out, like some sort of messed up shadow puppet worm belly

Yo, let’s talk natural birth. So there was that moment lying on the bed with my husband supportively spooning me while I got an IV drip dose of antibiotics while what I can only describe as me rocket queefing a gooey blob of amniotic fluid all over myself, through my hospital grade maxi pad, through my sweats, and

Systemic poverty breeds violence, not the color of your skin. And there actually are ways to help offset a legacy of oppressive practices that engender a cycle of violence, starting with not being a casually racist twat.

As a Southern Californian, I’m well aware of the demographics in my home state. You’ll forgive me if 40 rounds still sounds excessive since it seems like firepower is increasingly relied upon rather than assessment and de-escalation of a situation. The article states that his taser was properly marked as such with a

What I can never get over with these shootings is the bullet count. 40 fucking times!? I have to assume these officers are emptying their clips into people. How is this loss of restraint happening? Is this really what their training looks like? I get being trained for self preservation, but it seems like complete

I’ve always though the asset rule created a shitty catch-22. A car is a complete necessity in some areas and building a savings contributes to lifting someone out of poverty. Yet, the moment a struggling family/person finally reached that milestone while on assistance, they get dropped...and then very likely have to

First thing I saw in that pic too. Then followed by, “Where are your baby gates!?"

For serious. I was bit by a squirrel in Yosemite as a kid and my mom walked me to the ranger station to see if I needed rabies shots. He said not to worry about that, but my parents needed to basically put me under “plague watch” for a couple weeks. I cringe whenever I see someone feeding a squirrel in the park. Don’t

I love the observation with that image that the husband and Christ umbrellas are doing a shitty job at being umbrellas since they’re clearly leaking. Only the wife umbrella is pulling her weight.

Ok, so last night I had a dream that I was staying in a hotel along the campaign trail and Donald Trump was in the room across the hall, only there were no doors on the rooms so I couldn’t look away. So I was an unwilling witness to Trump trying to have sex with his half naked wife, who was hopped up on quaaludes (a

My guess would be the breastfeeding. I doubt the networks are ready for that.

How anyone can hear, “parts of my uterus are growing uncontrollably /outside/ of my uterus” and not immediately say, “omigod, lie down, here is all of the world’s chocolate supply, what else do you need?” is beyond me.

Fuck that shit. My second miscarriage was a missed miscarriage at 11 weeks and I had a D&C. I found out at an ultrasound that it had been dead for three weeks. Dead during my honeymoon, dead when my morning sickness really started kicking in, dead when my husband and I contemplated buying its first onesie.

We’re in agreement that levels of maternal education affect birthrates and that they tend to be lower the higher a woman progresses through the educational system. At the end, I should have clarified that I meant offering quality education as in childhood education (e.g. publicly funded preschools, grade schools, and

Parental leave, granted, is more of an investment in a baby, while maternal education + economic stability has more to do with birthrate fluctuation. Though I think you could make the case for leave policies contributing to a parent’s economic stability.