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I'm so sorry.

BEST GIF EVER.

Some things are worth being extreme about. Chocolate, peonies, kittens and Taylor Swift are among them.

I very badly want this Katy Perry shade theory to be true.

I came here for this. I live my extreme but age-inappropriate Taylor fangirl extremism through you.

We had one of those days yesterday. My son, age 6, refers to them as 'underpants days.' As in, he gets to stay in his underpants and not put on clothes. Because basically (and to the point of the post) we have two speeds in our household: STOP and GO GO GO GO. There's no cozy middle. Or to put it more accurately: *I*

Thank you. Was coming here to say exactly this.

Me too. It totally makes me want to come back as a big-haired country music star in my next life.

"When the next guy comes along, and he's charismatic, and influential, and his peers might lose jobs or lose social cred for saying something, what happens then? THAT'S the blog post I want to read."

Same. My daughter (8 years old) is a joy to take out, and always has been - she's actually on better behavior in public places than she is at home. Plop her down in the finest dining establishment and she's right at home, a proper little customer with perfect manners. My son, who is six? Totally unpredictable.

But people who knew - especially if they were women - had similar reasons to not raise a fuss. Wouldn't it have just been shouted down as gossip? You can see the dynamic in social conversations even now - 'did it happen to you? no? then shut up'. He's a powerful, prominent, well-connected man with a massive fanbase -

Re: trumpet-playing neighbor. My daughter is learning to play violin and she practices right in front of me and it is the sound of a thousand cats dying horribly and I have smile maternally throughout. So. One shouldn't compare miseries, but mine's worse.

I used it once for an event - it was part of a promotion that RTR was involved in, so I didn't pay for the service (FWTW). I have a pretty easy body type to fit, but I did find it a little difficult to find a dress that worked to my liking. None of the three that I ordered were quite right, largely due to fit

If you haven't seen Owen Pallett's extraordinary post on Facebook (which touches on some these precise points), it's worth a read. It's a powerful example of how to tackle victim-blaming, and it refuses to let anyone get away with obfuscations around BDSM. It's quite something:

I am from Toronto. And yes, I do. Very personally.

It's been really disheartening, watching Facebook. Even if you don't know the longstanding 'open secret' about how terrible to women he is, even if you don't follow the outpouring of women on Twitter attesting to this open secret, even if you are only aware of his story and the investigated stories of the women

Holy Mary Mother of GAAAAAAAAAAH.

Your feet would get over it.

Yeah, no. These are my feet, RIGHT THIS MINUTE. (On an airplane, no less. #travelinstyle.) I make no apologies.

I had difficulty breastfeeding both of my children when they were babies. Like, serious, awful, painful difficulty, even with the support of always-on-call lactation consultants (thank you, Canadian health care system.) And in both cases, I was also struggling with post-partum depression, which was aggravated by the