Honestly, one thing I fantasized about after buying my first Powerball ticket was having enough money to donate a SHITLOAD of money to PP.
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I think people, particularly in America, remember her for ripping the photo of the Pope on Saturday Night Live but don’t remember what for.
I feel terrible for Sinead. I grew up in Ireland and watched her go from a really strong, talented young woman who always had to guts to talk to power and took responsibility for way more than it was really her job to carry, to someone who just seemed to feel constantly harassed and lost in life, and with good reason.…
“Every time I worked with a fetal liver, I imagined that somewhere in California a woman had made the agonizing, heartbreaking decision to end her pregnancy. Yet she had also donated her aborted fetus to medical research. I thought of this as I isolated the golden-tinged cells inside the vent hood. A promise had been…
It’s hot as fuck and I have a migraine. Translation: I HAVE NO FUCKS AVAILABLE FOR DEALING WITH THESE SHITHEELS. Fuck off and leave me and my uterus alone, you sanctimonious hypocrites.
These fucking people. Anti-choicers, I mean. You guys damn near give me a rage stroke.
Ruth, you are so Gangsta!
Writing for the majority, Justice Roberts said, “Holy shit, this whole lawsuit was so fucking stupid.”
Maybe I’m just super naive, having never lived in the Deep South (and only lived in the US for part of my life), but I was actually surprised by the extent of the corruption and absence of the rule of law in Dumfukistan. The part of the story where Jim Bob & Michelle just arranged to run out the statute of limitations…
Worthy, yes. But, why remuneration? Why not full partnership in the family finances? When I hear “wife bonus,” what I hear is a reminder that she probably doesn’t have access to money otherwise.
Honestly, I think the only solution that wouldn’t rub me the wrong way is treating all the household money as completely shared funds. If you both wanted one person to stay home and manage the household/children, then treat that as equally valuable to the person who works. Otherwise it gets into this scenario where a…
I had no idea that the tumor on the nerve going to my middle ear that destroyed a big chunk of my ability to balance was also going to render me unfit to attend formal events. Huh. I learned something new today.
Are you actually making the argument that a woman in an evening gown and flat shoes is roughly equivalent to a sloppy man in board shorts and a muscle tank? Because if so, then you need to go back to the drawing board and find a new thought.
Cookie munching is good. Me likes the cookies. The thought of coochie munching moths might keep me awake tonight. Seriously.