Do people forget that they were put on this show as babies?

They don’t need the money or the exposure. Should they be leaping at the chance to spend several days in close quarters with a Stepford wife religious fanatic? Team Olsen twins!

The WTFuxtables?

It’s more similar to the “alien from the belly” scene in Alien.

An embryo really behaves like a parasite that modifies the body of the host to suit its needs. They even change the host’s chemistry to make the host fond of the parasite!

The whole “Oh yeah? Why didn’t he harass ME then?” thing is something I’ve seen way too much of. Either directly from someone who feels insulted (“He never hit on me and there’s no way he would have gone for you over me”) or indirectly (“He worked with plenty of women I know and they had no problem with him.”) We have…

Panton told Jezebel in an emailed statement. “Ted and I had many mutual friends who would usually stop by to watch movies, play video games, or even engage in long, fun discussions about politics, philosophy, and life.”

I...just don’t get this at all.

That is some grade A BULLSHIT. It’s like, you’re afraid of him already, so of course you’re going to be afraid to tell him he’s harassing you, and of course he’s going to act belligerently. Argh.

This week, Judge Brent Knazan pointed out that the prosecutors failed to prove that Elliott “knew he was harassing the women, and that they were reasonably fearful from that harassment.”

This was the John Snow that knew something.

Thank you for being an escort. With all my heart, thank you.

I worked for several years as a volunteer “clinic guard” at a clinic which provided abortion services. This type of situation was always our worst case scenario and my heart goes out to the patients, staff and security whose lives have been forever changed because one of “the antis” finally took their bloody rhetoric…

My self care tends to turn into farming my anxieties to make sure they are growing appropriately. *sigh*

Highly recommend #4. I’ve been sad and stressed lately, and so I basically ate nothing but mac and cheese for two weeks. It was GLORIOUS and I regret nothing.

Honestly, at this point, my self-care involves fantasizing about what I’d ever do if I had even a few hours to myself. And then that fantasy is quickly interrupted by a demanding toddler, baby, husband, or boss. As soon as I ever get said time, I think I’m going to spazz out and drink a cappuccino with a fancy face…

I was diagnosed with depression earlier this year and have been on anti-depressants since March. I realised that either I can go to work or I can get better, but doing both is unlikely. I have to work to pay the mortgage, so I take one Monday as annual leave every month to give myself a long weekend. I make a point of…

Long, piping hot, epsom salt baths. I have a tray that goes over the top of tub and I’ll put a drink, a snack, my ipad and a dry wash cloth on it and stay in there for an hour.

Regardless of how busy I am or how much priority work I have to complete (like now, but here I am online) I must, must, must squeeze in some time to read. I love to read while I’m at lunch but for some reason it’s like open season when folks see me with a book - ‘oh you’re reading? Let me help by asking inane…

I assume it’s harder once you have kids or have people depending on you. Just the thought of someone NEEDING me makes my skin crawl.