Hell. At first I thought it was a guy named Jesus...

If only boys and men doing similar things to unconscious women would get at the very least the same treatment, rather than a 'she was asking for it'.

In a related story parents of singles hurling passive aggressive thinly veiled jibes bout lack of grandchildren have gone up 300%

I do wonder how often they had to introduce themselves as roommates, cousins, etc. though. I would love to hear ALL of their stories. Any jezzies in the area want to play Studs Terkel?

Do you think it will last?

Interesting fact - she was originally going to be the lady who's husband only comes at the weekend and there was another actress playing Baby's mum, but she left shortly after filming began, Emily Gilmore was bumped up to Baby's mum and the film choreographer became the woman. (the first scene in the car shows the…

Jerry Orbach's Exasperated Face can sum up so many things...

While this is certainly a cool find, I'm always a bit disappointed when archaeological discoveries don't involve boulder chases, pressure plate traps, or convoluted light puzzles.

I'm old, for me it's Polo.

If you mean a hairy gay man, no.

Finally, the first legitimate chance that Pissing Contest could win Pissing Contest.

Priest collars. Don't judge me. The Thornbirds was really seminal (heh) in my life.

I am now the insane person on the train to work cackling in the corner. Thank you for that :)

Oh, hey, that was the exact size of my son's head. That's how my tailbone broke, ha!

Agreed! I could barely move, couldn't eat, and then I had to try to best feed and take care of a newborn on my own because my husband had to go back to Afghanistan. Oh did I mention I also got postpartum depression? Yeah.

So in all my medical training, I have to say the most gruesome, barbaric thing has to be vaginal birth. It was actually more harrowing that bowel dissection day in the cadaver lab. It is a goddamn miracle that our species is able to perpetuate, considering what women go through to bear children. This is not hyperbole…

Oh my god, you poor thing. I have a few crunchy granola birth books with chapters dedicated to "having your toddler in the birthing room." I don't know how these chapters aren't just a single page with the word "DON'T" written in large, bold font.

No, you send the relatives that you don't want in the delivery room out for food. Lets them feel involved and keeps them out if the way. Win-win!

I saw my sister's birth when I was 11. My mother thought it would be this awesome, empowering educational experience (my 7-year-old brother was there, too). To put it mildly, it was NOT.

"Give her a series of towels." Solution to any problem, really.