And if they ever have daughters, they will insist on "giving her away" at the wedding. In other words, signing over the title to a new owner.

It absolutely is a matter of ownership in their minds.

Unfortunately these are those lovely type of guys who think the only women in the world who aren't whores are their mothers and sisters. They would gladly kill someone who said anything like this to their mothers, but only because they view women as possessions. This kind of stunt might temporarily shame them, but…

"I hate it when the president uses teleprompters but you can bet I'll blame one I was using when everyone says I'm a lunatic!"

for me I think it would come down to whether I paid with cash or card...and if there are cameras in the drive through.

They probably think more in lines of alcoholism... you make a choice to drink the alcohol but, of course, it's hard... you've been corrupted by this sinful life and let it get a hold of you so you need to "detox" and get "support" to "free yourself" from it.

thing is she never refuses to BAKE the cake. She refused to decorate it I believe

And the security risk of carrying a pad if you are not actually menstruating is.....?

I hope so, cause I once read a terrifying statistic about how common nun rape is - because they won't report it to the police, so they "perfect victims".

That was me, it really does show how oblivious a lot of us are to what is happening in the US.

As someone commented in the last post about this story, this is already happening in the US.

What can I say? The woman really loves her periods.

I've literally never read any of this book until now. This is unreadable, how did anyone find this sexy? The jeez-es, my god.

How... many... goddamn... elipses... does... this... hack... use...?

Suddenly the mysterious nature of the female orgasm makes sense. There I was trying to make something happen, and my clit was probably just off drinking dollar beers and cheating at pool.

Didn't make it to the engagement part (she broke up with me out of nowhere before I had the opportunity to actually propose) so I'm not sure if it counts, but Zales let me return it and the woman who was taking care of it was cool enough to let me hide in the back for a minute when I had a minor breakdown after a…

I know a lot of people don't get it. I'm on the fence. I grew up with guns in the house, for defense and for hunting. They were never locked up, and neither was the ammo. My dad told us not to touch them and we didn't. He had a few rifles, maybe four, and one hand gun.

NOT MAD.

As of today, I am 5 days status post methotrexate therapy for treatment of an ectopic pregnancy. Although I certainly was prone to rage against shit like this before, my experience as a newly-minted "woman who is GUILTY of killing her (very wanted, but that's beside the point) BABY" has amplified my feelings about…

I lived with a guy once that we ALL hated. He was childish, messy, and irresponsible. Everyone who lived in our sprawling college town home (so, like, 20+ people) was literally counting down the days until he moved out. We'd actually all greet each other like that sometimes when he wasn't around: "two weeks!"