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Oh man. This makes me laugh. This is what it's like to be in a grad program for the humanities. All the "well, actually, I'm not sexist, at all, I'm the least sexist person of all. Let me tell you about all of the male authors who are superior to every female author you mention though while perusing my woman-less

So incredibly interesting! This:

I have relatives who are like her parents and they're still savoring what an awful person I am based on things I did as a small child. You can't win, you can just cut them off in the way that's truest for you. This was awesome.

He probably will get some type of visitation rights. One of the major reasons I didn't get an order of protection during my divorce is that my ex still gets a right to be a dad. All I could see happen from OFP would be pissing him off to the point of no return and because of our kiddo - he would still have a right to

This is so fucked up on so many levels, not the least of reasons being that there is no regard for the CHILDRENS' safety in all of this.

It is egregious enough that they aren't considering her, but even if we set that aside for a second, how could it possibly be emotionally healthy for those children to be contacted

I worked really hard to get a 4.0 GPA in college and math was my biggest weakness. I saved the one math class I had to take for my very last semester of school and spent all semester telling my teacher how I couldn't ruin my 4.0 and also kissing butt. I worked hard, did all my homework, saw a tutor multiple times and

If lying to kids counts, I told my eight-year-old niece this Christmas that her mother wasn't calling her inside from playing in the snow to be mean, but because we knew that the Frost Giants roamed at night, looking for lost children to take away to their icy kingdom to be their slaves, and the children would never

When I was 14 or 15, I participated in a summer live-in college prep program at the local university. There were, IIRC, 125 other high-school kids, along with a dozen or so staff and instructors. At the beginning of the program, they distributed a whole lot of paperwork that most people never read, including a list of

technically, this wasn't a lie, more of a deception, but here goes. I was born in another country but went to university in Australia. Because I didn't have permanent residency status, I was on a student visa, I was only allowed to work 20 hours a week. My classes started, and I was desperate to find a job. My savings

I was admitted to grad school in a city I had never visited before. All summer, I bugged the housing department mercilessly to get into graduate student housing, because I was afraid to try to find an apartment in an unfamiliar city by myself. Graduate housing was extremely limited. This involved a tremendous amount

I once convinced an entire Colorado community that I was Jennifer Lopez.

Once, in a fit of drunken derring-do, at the height of Riverdance mania, I convinced an entire bar in France that I was an accomplished Irish step dancer. I've never taken a lesson in my life.

That I'm not just a dog on the Internet.

In all seriousness, my aunt (who is now a Buddhist nun) was the woman in the Woodstock doc picking up trash whilst Hendrix practiced the Star Spangle Banner.

I eloped when I was 19 to a boyfriend I had only dated a month. I didn't tell my parents and just said we were moving in together. A month later I deeply regretted it and filed for divorce. It took two years to finalize and I had already started dating my now husband during that period. I didn't tell any of my friends

This isn't absurd, exactly, but when I graduated from college and moved across the country, I was sick of looking for jobs in my field. I just wanted to write fiction. So I got the first crap job I could find—as a cleaning lady. My parents—neither of whom went to college—just didn't understand the job market in 2009,

My partner and I told everyone that our child was an accident when in actuality, he was totally planned. For some reason, we knew that would sit better with everyone, from our super liberal anti-breeder friends, to his conservative parents who hate me and would fall over dead if they ever knew that we, being young and

I mean, "strong numbers." Who needs relative balance when we have "strong numbers?" Paid less than your male colleagues? Don't fret. You're still taking home strong numbers, love.

Without reading the article, I think it actually makes a little bit of sense. To make a successful casual game, you have to find this extreme balance between simplicity and depth—it needs to be easy enough to learn that ANYONE can pick it up, yet the surrounding gameplay needs to be addictive enough that a single,