Thank you for getting your feet on the ground. I’m an Abortion Funding coordinator at a clinic in Texas, and we couldn’t do it without the people that support us and advocate for the work we do. I am so proud of and inspired by you all.

The RTÉ exit poll has just been announced and it’s almost the same: 69.4% Yes with a 1.6% margin of error. I think we might have actually done this!! My feet are killing me from canvassing, my ears are ringing from the stuff that was shouted at me, my eyes are tired from crying, but I hope to sleep very well tomorrow…

Does anyone else feel very emotional about this, even if they’re not Irish? Spent last night reading the #repealthe8th feed and crying. So happy that it looks like the right side won (for once).

I really wish I could take certain people aside and try to impress upon them that any such screed needs to be set aside, have its wine and tear stained contents reassessed in the cold light of day, then burned.

No ninja needs to announce they are a ninja, or would.

I believe it. His signature is a cry for help for starters.

Funny because this sounds like a middle-school boy who just got dumped.

It’s hard to say whose apologies are genuine, and whose are not. But, to say, “I’m embarrassed, and she was sitting right there” and “This is a big learning moment for me” is, I think, a pretty decent reflective statement.
I think Sarah Silverman said it best when she asked, “Can you love someone who did bad things?”…

a decent apology but I’m still a little...

“I was so busy maintaining the status quo that I forgot to remember that women matter.”

I think this interview will feel very familiar to any women that wants people to know what happened to them was not okay, but also feel pressured to go along to get along.

The only thing I find surprising here is that no one has found a teenage girl to blame for the murders. Small mercies, I guess.

I remember Toad’s, and the blanket ideology behind going to Toad’s to “serve” the white men present in the club, whether it was a New one or an old Family seeking to pass their estate forward to a nice young “mulatto” lady. This was during the Obama era, so it was especially gross.

I’ve been favoring the shorts under skirts this year, both for the chafe prevention, and for not having to give a fuck if my skirt blows up in the wind, someone wants to peek up my skirt on the metro elevator, or if I want to sit with my legs apart on a bar stool.

Mine are on their way!

I have this tube of Monistat anti-chafing powder gel that is like MAGIC. Every spring, I think I lost it. I go to the store, and can’t find it. I come home, and keep looking and it miraculously shows up. I have had this one tube for YEARS. I wear bike-short type things most days but sometimes that doesn’t work, and…

In some countries it’s perfectly normal that everyone keeps their name.

At my previous job there was a guy who took his wife’s name. He said he grew up in a foster family that he never really felt a part of and his wife’s family was always welcoming. I thought it was a sweet, meaningful gesture but boy-oh-boy did he get crap for it from other people. On the other side, my mom kept her…

Never understood why anyone changes their name in marriage at all. My wife didn’t change hers, neither did my mom, so maybe I’ve got a warped perspective on this.

As much as I rag on kids as a concept, I realize I could never actually be a mother. I sat down and did the math. I live in a fine city with good job prospects. I have a nice job that pays me well. And doing out the finances, I would be toast if I had a child.