My ancestors had quite the conundrum on their hands. Do we eat the Potato now, or do we turn it into Whiskey for later.

I live with all men (husband, sons) and they are never not talking. NEVER. And I’m a super extrovert and I’m like making plans to build a bunker under the house to escape the mindless, endless, pointless chatter that fills my ears at all times.

Really?!? This is an F-ing gang. Any three black or brown people in the general vicinity of one another are classified as a gang, and here you have an organization of individuals with affirmative membership, jumping in process (boxing matches??) actively engaged in drug sales and sexual assault. WHERE IS THE GANG…

Two five year olds looking at each other’s wee wees are “Playing Doctor”. A 15 year old adolescent molesting a five year old is not. Never mind that there were multiple victims, multiple occasions over several years, and often the victims were originally asleep, so they weren’t ‘playing’ anything.

Many times it is simply lack of opportunity or fear of consequences that keep us from falling into grievous sin even though our fallen hearts would love to indulge the flesh.

Here’s a crazy idea:
Reiterated plot device (Rape advances male character’s position) makes the very feminist point that such is inevitable in a strictly patriarchal system.

Work Diary,Wednesday, May 22nd, 3107 CSE, Day 33, 17:31, Personal Note

The most disturbing part of this, to me:

I find my mouth agape with his resume of UF, NFL, JETS.

When a man posts revenge porn, does he really think he’s making the woman look bad? Nothing advertises “I’M A FUCKING SCUMBAG DON’T TRUST ME” more than revenge porn.

It had been three years since the last transmission from Earth. Three long years. Tawna shifted on her mattress, the boilwood frame she made to support it and keep it off the ground squeaking with every move. Once again the humidity on Avalon-5 was debilitating. Growing up in Florida should’ve prepared her for the…

Jezebel is spazzing the fuck out on me, so hopefully this actually goes through this time.

Ya, apparently there is, lol. I was just doing the 4 weeks = a month thing, without taking into account all those weird extra days that months have. So it wasn’t even a math fail, it was a logic fail. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Eeeh, I don’t know about that. In the books The Mountain pretty much raped a tavern owner’s wife/daughter (?) in half, Ramsay does worse to Jeyne (Dogs), Dothraki are raping maniacs. As this was an arranged marriage, it’s essentially the same thing that happened to Daenerys, their meeting was a 30+ dude raping a much…

Except this rape wasn’t the kind of trope rape that usually gets used to jumpstart a character arc. Ramsay and Sansa are *supposed* to have sex to consummate the marriage. Yes it was unpleasant. Yes Tyrion declined to do so. But according to the custom of Westeros nothing untoward happened in that marriage bed. If…

Not a pesto but you might want to make some tapenade— olives, capers, anchovies, garlic, basil, olive oil. Olives are the core and there are many variants but with the right herbs it’s a close relative of pesto. If you’re vegetarian skip the anchovy.

“Registered Republican” ruined it for me.

My dip game is top notch. I have learned the secret of something called “Crack Dip”

So far "The Turnip Princess" has not been optioned. Wasn't it Mel Brooks who referred to "merchandising" in Spaceballs? Seriously, I'm hoping that the Schönwerth collection teaches us not to fetishize ten fairy tales and to recognize that there is an ocean of stories out there with narratives that keep changing and…