That's awful. It's right there on the bag! A literal nut sack.

Yeah... I mean, the part where he watches her be physically sick as a result of what they did together, blithely tells her she'll get over it, and then lets it happen again? No. Nonononononoo. Fuck this guy. It's unbelievable to me that there are people, nevermind people in her own family, that are prepared to heap…

I think this woman may be my husband's grandmother. We were visiting them last spring, in their beautiful, secluded home on the West Coast, to present our 4 month old son to them for the first time. He being the first Great-grandchild, there was a big to-do, involving many fancy dinners, many guests, and lots of my…

Maybe the trailing Y is meant to convey that she's powering down for duration of the ride?

I am deeply unsettled by Courtney Stodden, and even more so by that rictus of a smile. Who knew that in time, marrying OldGuy McMurderface would be the thing she did that creeped me out the least?

It was ever thus, when it comes to talking about the children, even with mostly like-minded feminists on the internet. Or, like, your family and friends.

I wonder if other folks are making the same mistake I did - because the last part of your comment appears inline with the photo and caption from the BBC story, I ascribed it to that piece rather than to you, and missed the nuance you were conveying.

Martin Jarnstrom, head of one of the Ur och Skur group of pre-schools , is another big advocate of outdoor naps, though he emphasises that while the weather may be cold, the child must be warm. "It's very important that the children have wool closest to their body, warm clothes and a warm sleeping bag," he says.

Tree Tealights! Chandeliers in trees! Is this an Italian thing? I helped with exactly one wedding in Italy, and this was one of my jobs (another was helping to style the Texan bridesmaids' hair with a metric ton of high-test Italian hairspray). The tea lights, and a huge blown-glass chandelier hung right over the…

This is amazing... thank you so much.

No... no. I need to know more. What is this? In what context did this happen? I am so confused. I cannot solve the puzzle...

Thank you for this, Kara. I spent considerable emotional bandwidth last week trying to explain to a co-worker why refering to women as "females" bothered me so much, without being able to come up with a cogent argument. I knew that it prompted a shudder from my lizard brain, but I couldn't adequately articulate why.…

Probably a pretty safe bet that this jag does not, in fact, know how sex works for women.

If the child resulting from this "3 parent" embryo is a female, it will pass on the mitochondrial DNA of the cell donor-mother to all of its' offspring. The mitochondrial DNA of the genetic mother (i.e. the one who contributed her genes and not just the egg cell that holds them) will never be passed on to the child…

Welp, this is disheartening, although sort of quaint that "designer baby" as an alarmist talking point has been around longer than I've been alive. On the "glass half full" side, it's amazing how quickly IVF has achieved widespread social acceptance and use (by those who can afford it, anyway) in a single generation.…

I assure you, it can't possibly be as clever as 14 year old aspiring geneticist and generally know-it-all me thought it was. But I appreciate the nerdly solidarity.

Yeah, it really just seems like an incremental step forward in assisted reproductive technology. It would be interesting to delve back into the archives to see how much the term "designer baby," or its the late-70s rhetorical equivalent, was used in reference to the first in vitro conceptions.

I would have been "that person" too, except you got here first. I was all "*sputter*— but, nitrogenous bases! That's why it's clever!" And then came the realization that it wasn't all that clever, and that 14 year old me probably got way too invested in that movie...

"... You will find the kingdom of... the GNOOOOOOOOOOME."

Oh My Good Gravy and Tots, David the Gnome! I *LOVED* this as a kid, and no one I grew up with remembers it at all. By the time I was in high school, I was half-convinced that it had been my own personal fever dream, from that summer I had a broken arm, chicken pox, and lice at the same time. Only the fact that my Mom…