Seriously. Do that one day and I’d never poop again.

Sometimes I feel like everybody, including me, needs to turn off the computer/put down the smartphone, go for a long walk, read a book, and get a fucking grip.

“...how I’m bummed the chance didn’t present itself earlier, but I’d rather eat my own head than start a family now.”

I only found out last year. I was all “WTF, why doesn’t everybody know this?”

Should I eventually change my mind, I’d go the same route.

Between all the medical stuff, how much it costs, family leave, child care, worrying about schools (is my kid being bullied? is my kid actually learning to read and do arithmetic?), worrying about raising a kid in the age of social media and its overfocus on the superficial, paying for college, etc, and so forth, I’m…

If I’d fallen in love with and married someone who wanted kids when I was, say, 25, I probably would have had kids. At 41, I’d rather shave my head with a cheese grater while chewing on tinfoil. But yeah, I wonder what things would be like now had that happened and wonder what’s so wrong with me that it never happened…

Primates have always given me the creeps (yes, I know humans are primates. I intentionally include them.)

Props. I’m eight years younger, childless, and was just earlier today thinking about how I’m bummed the chance didn’t present itself earlier, but I’d rather eat my own head than start a family now.

I vacillate between thinking I really lucked out by not having kids and wondering what’s so wrong with me that I’m denied something the vast majority of the population considers their raison d’etre.

And I’m not one for statements such as “THIS PERSON OFFENDS ME AND I REFUSE TO SUPPORT THEIR WORK.” I read about how she basically admits to being cool with child rape, thought about how I feel about reading The Mists of Avalon again, and said “Eww. Nope.”

Evidence strongly suggests she was complicit in her husband’s sexual abuse of children. At best, she knew of his crimes and did nothing.

There are artists whose work I can enjoy knowing they’re garbage people and artists whose work I had to remove from my home upon finding out what garbage people they are. Not as a statement but because it grossed me out. For me the line seems to be child sex abuse, but it’s different for different people.

I don’t remember a time when he didn’t give me the creeps. The abuse allegations just gave me a concrete reason to find him creepy.

Then they would get death threats.

Before smartphones and social media, I watched Green Day walking into a restaurant while everyone standing outside the restaurant reached out and touched various band members as they passed. And I thought how gross that being a celebrity means strangers think they get to touch you uninvited. I totally get how some of…

Friggin’ Kinja won’t let me edit. But I found it - long arm statute and sufficient mininum contacts.

I tried to find the answer myself but had no luck. Does anyone know how a South Dakota plaintiff sued a New Jersey company in Missouri state court?

I use a corn starch/baking soda mixture as body powder and dry shampoo. But I have no evidence that it’s any safer. Sometimes it seems like everything is going to kill you.

All the Weasleys were soldiers in a war. It was statistics that at least one had to die. I admire that Rowling didn’t wuss out by picking Percy or one of the older ones who didn’t appear much and whose names I can’t even remember.