The university’s statement is important, his resignation is appropriate, and I wish my first thought hadn’t been about his nose hair.

My Summer died in July of 2012 and I cried every day for months. She looked like the dog in the picture, too, but more reddish in color. Finally, a year and a half later, I finally felt ready for another dog. Incidentally, I call him Sammy!

I think the assumption (if this theory is even correct) is that she would have lied to her family about the c-section being scheduled. I mean if she’s been faking pregnancy for nine months (or she WAS pregnant, lost the baby at some point and THEN began faking it from there), she would still have to tell people a due…

Maybe it was never really scheduled?

If this is a fake pregnancy, I think the assumption would be that she invented the doctor visits. It sounds like she lives alone and her daughter is an adult, so she could probably pull that part off.

She may not have revealed her condition to an out of state doula, if she were really set against having a c-section.

Yes, I am friends with many proud dadbods - but the guys I actually have slept with have ranged from “in decentshape” to “I ignored many things coming out of his mouth so I could just watch him walk around my apartment naked.” The heart wants what the heart wants ;-).

It’s commonly accepted that Fahrenheit provides a more accurate description of the ambient temperature and it’s impact on a person’s comfort level. Celsius is cute when used for science experiments, but little else. I’m a big supporter of the US switching to the metric system, but Fahrenheit is just more accurate when…

And you have zero proof that he’s a lovely man who’s grieving right now. You are guilty of making up your own idea of what happened. The fact that he punished her sadistically in a way that violated her bodily autonomy suggests he fits the profile of a sexual abuser too.

My Dad used to tell me that I was adopted on a “10 year lease to buy or return” policy. He’d threaten to send me back to the orphanage and I’d tell him he’d never have anyone to care for his old ass when the time came. He didn’t send me back and I did care for him. You can only joke like this if you’re actually a…

Just gotta say for the people commenting on my post “what if she was a bad kid” and “13 is not a baby” can you do one thing for me and fuck right the hell off?

Nope. Best practices for suicide reporting recommend not using “committed,” which sounds like a crime or, to religious communities, like a sin, and “kill yourself” is just insensitive, crude, and poorly phrased. “Died by suicide” is the phrasing recommended by mental health professionals and the American Foundation…

I am thinking these would be a back-up - they need to change the marketing.

Kind of like a “rub your tummy pat your head challenge” to raise awareness for quadriplegics.

I don’t want to make assumptions about what it is like to have a mastectomy. But I am imagining that if I had to have a mastectomy, even if I’ve come to terms with it and learned to accept my drastically changed body, seeing a bunch of attractive young women with their perfect breasts holding a coke can in my honor…

Unfortunately, that’s probably not true at all. Vet school is about 1000x harder to get into than med school. It’s considerably more likely that your dr is a failed vet rather than a vet is a failed human dr. Considerably. This vet was probably just terrible.

I think some vets are like some children’s dentists: they choose their career based on the sadistic thrills they get from hurting small creatures.

Wow—what an idiot vet. I know at some of the vets I’ve been to, they either say or have signs saying that the owner is NOT allowed to handle/restrain their animal during procedures, and that they need to leave it to the assistants/techs that are trained to do it safely (I assume they are protecting against such…

That’s the face my daughter makes when she is pinching a loaf.

She looks utterly broken. Like my husband would be disturbed if I started looking at him in such a way.