(Just a general comment)

I still get this tight feeling in the pit of my stomach when I hear it. Sometimes, I get short of breath still.

Oh let it bring the Word of God into this place! May it come into our hearts and minds as we type here today! May the power of the Holy Ghost touch you right now! Say it with with me!

Further, if she doesn’t forgive him after he’s asked God for forgiveness, she can be further victimized by her own faith.

Assholes are everywhere, sure. I’m just willing to put good money that this is Pentecostal-rooted patriarchy, which always have that certain special odor to it that lets it stand out ;)

You have to purchase access to her journals.

The highlight of my massive Twitter career has to be the time Surya fucking Bonaly replied to my tweet to her!

Just to add fuel to your stroke...

My nuvaring and I got along famously for years. We never had a period. We never had cramps. We were the best of friends.

Agreed. If that’s slut-shaming, well, I can live with that.

We had that problem with potlucks for a while, so the organizers assigned items to the dudes. With a shopping list, they were fine. So they brought margarine, pickles, mustard, pop, juice, etc. There was also a rotating list of who cleaned up afterward.

Wait, do you mean “assigned” as in “hey, bob, can I put bring some rolls? Nah, just a dozen is fine. Nah, don’t care where from. I don’t think I have enough.” Or do you mean, “Nancy, I’ve attached a recipe for shrimp and pineapple kabobs with a paleo marinade. Please made 40.”

I fucking love potlucks.

I’ve organized a lot of potlucks in my time, including weddings for 100 guests. The people in charge of bringing food bring 8 serving items, yes. But then you have people in charge of rolls, condiments, beverages, ice, cups and plates, napkins, etc. They aren’t bringing food items.

Agreed. My non-cooking folks are in charge of beverages (pop, juice, milk, alcohol, depending upon who is coming over) and my one friend who brings a tub of margarine and buns, because that’s his role at potlucks.

Wow. God forbid someone be nice when she’s going to be tired and physically recovering.

The best!

It’s not that hard to quietly ask Aunt Mary if she can make triple of her crock pot roast beef with mushroom gravy that Cousin Becky loves and who lost her job a month ago. And if Cousin Becky happens to leave with two pot roasts with a week of veggies, and some rolls, half a loaf of bread, and the margarine Cousin…

Yup. Selfish assholes aren’t welcome in my circle. Bring a fucking bottle of pop and some rolls motherfucker.

Food is power. Giving a poor community member $100 in groceries so that she can help take the financial and emotional burden off a grieving friend or family member gives power to that person and those she touch. It gives dignity. It uplifts. It gives hope and compassion.