I’ve been a huge fan of Pratt’s since Parks & Rec, and his vocal and public display of his devout Christianity and choice of churches has been a huge disappointment. I no longer feel the same way about him, and while many churches seem disingenuous, this one is near the top.

Exactly. The great lie is that we need to be protected from the perspectives of other ages, or to judge them outright, rather than engage with them and try to understand what they can tell us about the human condition. It’s true that a great deal of what’s in that book no longer squares with our collective morality,…

I remember an interview with Nia Vardalos of My Big Fat Greek Wedding. As an actor early on in Hollywood she was evidently told by casting agents that she was either too fat, or not fat enough.

Man does this post remind me of how glad I am that I was too much of a dweeb to start smoking as a teen.

Awwwwwwww fuck off.

It’s very frustrating because generally I don’t think we’re going to “consumer choice” our way into not destroying the planet. And I especially don’t like that coupled with a morality of period product choice.

If anything they make me less inclined to try it.

Seriously. “How can you tell if someone is using a menstrual cup...?” Like, great if they work for you but please stop hijacking every thread remotely related to periods.

Like everything else involving our vaginas, I trust that we know what’s best for them ourselves and while this is a fun curiosity, we’ll continue doing what works for us while simultaneously being shamed by people who think they know better.

I don’t understand why everyone thinks that women who don’t use o.b. are scared of their own blood. And I have to wonder if the women who use them have half as gory a frigging period as I do. Because I have used o.b. before when I was out of mine (on more than one occasion) and I have literally waited in the bathroom…

Almost the entirety of modern american culture is meant to make me uncomfortable. Excuse me if I don’t give a shit about the waste generated once a month by maybe a dozen tampons during a time for the comfort of my own damn genitals.

God, the diva cup people rival veagans in their recruitment efforts.