ihadanamebeforenowitsgone
ihadanamebeforenowitsgone
ihadanamebeforenowitsgone

"And I'm not even some 22 year old lossless virgin,"

Are you asking for a cookie for not being the "murdering woman-hating" kind?

I can't watch that video. As soon as he started talking about the girls who've rejected him, I couldn't keep it together. This man shot people down on streets I bike to school on every day, where I live, where people I know live. And he blames the women. I am going to have to see remnants of a massacre in my community

This is indeed about a pussy. Did you see that he plays piano? You got that part right, at least.

I was supposed to be born on July 4 and named Liberty. Fortunately, I was late. I imagine if I were Liberty, all of my latent hippy tendencies would have been allowed to flourish, and I would smell like patchouli and backpack around the world with white boys with dreadlocks, and I would be much higher than I am right

I have this kernel of hope that when this wedding is over I won't have to hear about these two nearly so much (or in a perfect world...EVER) but I fear that once the publicity from their union has subsided they will do something else that compels every newspaper, magazine, and blog to cover it. Le sigh.

OMG I just googled that and you're right! Apparently it was a book literally about Mallory being poor.

Poor Mallory! I remember getting one of the Mallory specific books from the library once, my mom looked at the picture on the cover and asked why was there a middle aged woman on the cover of a Babysitter's Club book.

This anecdote is confusing.

I was almost Adelaide - my dad loved it, but the great aunt I'm named for died two weeks before I was born so the plan changed. It wasn't until a few years ago that I realised my parent's 10th anniversary holiday to Australia was roughly 9 months before I was born.

Yep - I can't tell you how many times I've heard "he's working so hard to support the family."

I don't give much of a shit about folding towels. I do give a shit about:

Unfortunately, Pat Mainardi's Politics of Housework is still mandatory reading on this topic. Maybe things will change eventually, but it's taking a long goddamn time.

I would neverEVERnever have gotten married and commited to a career if I realized the full extent of the second shift. Add in holidays. birthdays and other social horseshit and the benefits of working AND being married really tank. xxoocf

Preach!

HATE. That's just a happy spin to the old male narrative: "I don't care about the mess, why should I be responsible for cleaning it up?"

Death to the second shift.

I ain't rich and I don't want my kids around all summer, either.

This is going to be very personal and pretty painful for me to confess, but I think I should.

If you know someone who has died in a surgical accident, you would never have surgery you don't absolutely need. The risk may be small, but it is real. As that asshole icu doctor said to me "it's a one in 16,000 thing." Thanks, real comforting when someone you love was the one. Why would I chance causing that kind of