There are around 3.52 billion women on earth. This survey talked to 3,316 of them.
There are around 3.52 billion women on earth. This survey talked to 3,316 of them.
FROM SINFUL CHOICES, duh.
Oh, you’re absolutely right. I was simply conceding re: the OP that I was sympathetic to the emotional reasoning behind it. :-) When it comes to kids and potential risks, let’s face it, rational risk assessment becomes largely moot.
If you read my question, you’ll recall that I conceded the pools point right off the bat. :-) And I only asked about fatality since that’s what the OP seemed to be (understandably) concerned with.
That is called the argument from ignorance, and it’s a classic logical fallacy. Burden of proof is always on the one who asserts something as fact. I have asserted nothing.
Trampolines pose a greater risk of death?
I think for the most part you’d only be left with (non-criminal) torts, maybe something like like Duty to Rescue...maybe? But it’s be sketchy.
Stop Messing with us.
This has all the hallmarks of an addiction narrative—seduction, dependence, denial, rationalization—presented as a bold, brash essay about the perils of Toronto real estate.
Exactly. Ignore them completely, and they starve.
Yeah. I mean, it’s not like that phrase has been uttered even ONCE since 9/11. And that’s why they keep winning!
Goddamnit. A group that can actually make statements from PAUL RYAN stand out as seemingly marginally sane? (or rather, comparatively grounded in something vaguely recognizable as reality?)
Since you’re on the internet right now, you clearly have access to the staggeringly vast numerical, statistical differences which are relevant here. So I can only reach one logical conclusion:
Opener for Smoking Popes.
In other news, I’m often told that all that we need to do to make the U.S. no longer THE deadliest developed country in terms of gun violence is to “just enforce the statutes we already have.”
I moved into a recently repainted apartment that IS that color, in nearly every room. With white trim.
Poop in CYMK like a normal person, for cripes’ sake.