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Not much. Not much fun for men.

This is the most thoughtful take that I’ve ever read on this topic. Since you think it isn’t, I’m assuming you are a member of All Takes Matter.

I mean, there are only 26 letters in the alphabet. Those 26 letters sometimes, randomly, look like other patterns of words that have come before it. Only dummies would be offended by repeats.

Congratulations!

To everyone who has and/or continues to donate blood products: thanks. When I was undergoing treatment for AML leukemia, I received hundreds of bags. Blood. Platelets. Plasma. There was a point when my docs said that all of the blood in my body was donated. It was surreal and awesome. Nine years later, I’m here thanks

Ripped from the headlines on Lady CNN (my most trusted feminine news station.)

In the late 70's, my grandparents got one of the first microwaves on the market. It cost $2,000 and came with a series of cooking classes at the local technical college. She said the best class was the night they made an entire Thanksgiving dinner using only a microwave.

In a league filled with coaches who look like aging lesbians, Chip Kelly wins.

I have no dog in this fight as I am not a Cam Newton lover or hater. But I am a homosexual football fan whose dar pings something fierce when I see his face. Anyone else?

Red Line in Boston. I saw a large-ish woman open her pants, pull out a wad of newspaper that was acting as her menstrual pad, drop the bloody mess on the floor of the train, then re-insert a fresh section of newspaper in between her legs.

The Kansas City metro population is over two million. It's a huge fucking region that seemingly never ends.

“According to the Herald” is a sentence that never instills much confidence.

I am a democrat and a cancer survivor who loathes the Komen Foundation. I'm all kinds of torn with feelings.

Abbott single-handedly changed the game.

Having, and sharing, light recreational drugs is an international friendship builder.

I love Joan on coke.

(T)Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

I was at Juan Nieves’ no-hitter in 1987. I was 12, the Brewers were great, and all was right with the world.

When there’s a long wait for the men’s room it makes national headlines? C’mon. I know the situation at Wrigley is crazy right now, but this is close to the norm at women’s rooms at nearly every sporting event.

I find true delight that it didn't cross my mind that I was watching footage of someone's phone. I feel so young!