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I have very low ceilings at home, so I got a ropeless jump rope. It’s not ideal—I’m just jumping up and down while moving my wrists in a vague resemblance of synchronicity. But I don’t have to worry about knocking over a lamp or turning my ceiling fan into a death lasso or thwacking my calves. It’s good enough for my

It’s the Russians.

I was in a country where women do not have a lot of legal rights and are generally considered less than. I went there (not my choice) assuming I’d be harassed—the only question was how.

The point we’re trying to make that you seem to be missing is OUR ATTIRE DOES NOT IN ANY WAY PROTECT US. I was walking down a busy street in a long-sleeved long dress in broad daylight with a group of friends and a stranger ran up behind me and grabbed my ass. I was wearing a long skirt and ugly sunhat and was with

Food is not all about taste. There is smell, appearance, and texture. You can tell a lot about a food before ever taking a bite. If you are sensitive to smells, you can easily know you’re not going to like a food without ever trying it. Texture is pretty easy to spot without tasting, too. A lot of smells and textures

OMG! Boloney bowls! We filled ‘em up with ketchup. I LOVED watching the bowl form in the microwave.

I’ve used both Qapital and Digit. Digit started pulling out absurd amounts of money--$30 or more every other day. Way more than I could afford, even after asking it to save less. So I dropped it. You do have to spend a small amount of time setting up Qapital, but once you’re done, it’s pretty hands off. It’s also

That’s just flat out wrong. For something to be a crime, there has to be an action (actus reus) and an intent to commit wrongdoing (mens rea). Mens rea is required for most crimes, including rape (yes, it’s a very tricky subject and you can debate it until the end of time, but legally speaking, if someone doesn’t

They’re not afraid of fraud. They’re afraid of fraud by the wrong people.

After 32 years of dealing with various menstrual disorders, I finally got spayed in September (and why I had to suffer so long for that is telling in itself). The way the men around me reacted was disheartening. My brother, PhD, smartest person I know, when I told him about the surgery, replied, “What’s a