Yeah, that's horrible. How do you see that and not try to get the terrified, panicking person away from what they're panicking over?!

Holy shit. I'm sorry. That is horrible.

This x 1000.

Same here. I've been on a red nail polish/lipstick kick lately.

Youse a good sister.

I would be thrilled to receive any of these things.

Holy crap, that is REALLY bad hair!

Same here. I spent most of the summer in the courtyard reading at lunch, but now that it's colder and often rainy, I find myself struggling to concentrate while reading in the lobby or cafeteria.

That's why I never judge people for smoking. Little things keep you going sometimes. For me it's makeup, for some it's smoking.

But how should the company take responsibility for their actions? Messing up someone's meds is a big deal and all they offered at the time was free pregnancy tests. Suing is about the only way to keep companies honest these days. And while OCs aren't 100% effective they are very effective if taken correctly, which…

I really wish I could star this multiple times. These women had a big life change because of this company fucking up. Bottom line is that they need to be compensated for the error.

Yes. Women are always whores who must always keep their knees together to those type of people.

Ok, I'm dumb and still half asleep. I thought you meant it was a bad night for a murder spree because of it being Friday the 13th, like the horror movies. Did not think of the tragedies in Paris. Ok, it's coffee time.

I would especially like to hear from ED doctors who are going to have to treat women who have had illegal abortions if this goes into effect.

The answers are no, and no.

Yeah, it just doesn't seem to fit in with recipes, nail art, and craft projects.

I'm jealous of your supply of super rich hair color conditioner! I stretch that stuff as long as I can.

Aww! You're a cutie!

Yeah, that this shit is on Pinterest is what baffles me, which is really sad.

I just finished that book today. Between that story and the section on bear attacks I’ve never been happier that Mr. Claws has no desire to go camping.