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Touche. I assumed since it was the subject of an article that the covering was something out of the ordinary. I do not live in an area that has Wegman's. I live in the city where the general population is assumed to not have a problem with such covers.

I think this obsession with being "real" is nothing new. When I was in high school in the 90's the last thing you wanted to be was a poser. From rave culture to hipsters, people are all trying to out-authenticate each other. Perhaps this is a novel twist with the body aspect, but it is all rooted in the same.

An MRA went ape in a grocery store a few days ago because of the "muzzle" line. You would never see that type of dehumanization of women on a men's magazine, so they are angry.

Nope, I'm nearly 100% positive the MRAs are behind this for the "muzzle" teaser. This is a story and I'm hugely impressed that Jez picked it up.

I know why - it's because of the teaser under "Sh*t My Guy Says - WHERE'S A MUZZLE WHEN YOU NEED ONE"

I just can't anymore with the "abortion agenda". The healthcare providers at Planned Parenthood didn't create the pregnancy and haul the girl in. They make it sound like there's a dog pound truck patrolling the streets convincing pregnant ladies to abort.

I'm excited.

Well, I suppose the law of diminishing returns would set in at some point. Bald = super easy!

"I'm kind of feisty and coldly logical when it comes to romance, and I think my long hair was deceivingly sweet. "

What's weird is that the perception is that long hair takes work and short hair is more utilitarian. False. I stick my long hair in a pony tail 90% of the time (sophisticated, no?) and avoid short hair styles because, well, then I'd have to do my hair every day.

Not being spanked and not being disciplined are two different things. I can make things VERY unpleasant around here for my three-year-old. I throw toys away in the actual trash and do not rescue them. I take away halloween candy. I make her pick up every last damn Cheerio she threw on the floor. I'm 100 pounds heavier

Conspicuously missing are the nipple tassels.

I got called a Suburban Manhater Whore! Even though I have lived in the city ten years, don't hate men and do not sexo for cash, I still think I could rock it.