Ouf, yeah, Leah Miller. I mean, speaking of "worst possible white Mulan..."

Your post brought back a flood of memories of trying to get my little guy to latch while he screamed because he was hungry but ohmigod, kid, the boob is right there leaking milk all over your face! Trust that it will get soooo much easier. Your kid will get a clue, and soon it will be second nature for both of you and…

It's always the Mom, though, right? The first time my husband saw me do this with our son, I'm pretty sure he threw up in his mouth a little. Maybe he wanted to clean it in his tears instead?

Yeah, this hater is pretty clearly not a person who's been to rural Ireland. You don't have to go too far outside of Belfast to encounter this attitude, still. When we were there less than 5 years ago, we were asked to "attest" to the fact that we were married before the proprietor of a guest house would give us a…

Ouf. That feeling when your celebrity crush dissolves into an ominous mist... I just cruised on by that one since the thumbnail was a picture of Bieber grinding on Ariana Grande, which, no thank you. Also filed under 'no thank you': getting literally led around by the balls... with a claw hammer. Ugh.

Colleague was pretty vague about the markers (weird for an auditor, but I digress) but as he described it, it seems to be a combo of bureaucratese layered with québeçois pronunciations. Apparently, if a native English speaker instinctively says French words in French, it's a "tell." So maybe it comes down more to…

Yeah, Ontario's a weird accent paradise, and every latitude seems to have its own particular flavour of "down home rural." A co-worker from Toronto ("Tarana!") told me recently that I have "a stereotypical Ottawa accent." On the one hand, I was super surprised he was able to differentiate, and on the other just…

Whoa, is that hammer thing a thing that actually happened? I am *much* too big a sissy to Google it.

Sorry about that, buddy.

I had the exact reverse experience - my 50 year old Dad and 44 year old step mom told me they were pregnant on April Fool's Day, and I was all "hahahahahaha! But that's in kind of poor taste, no?" Nope, totally serious. I felt like a huge dick, but I mean, check the calendar, people!

I feel this so hard, although from the other side of the coin completely. I grew up as an only child (until my father started a second family when I was 21 and out of the house). Now that I'm gestating my apparently requisite second child, I have received a ton of comments in the vein of "I'm so relieved you're having…

Exactly. The fact that this guy might kill another native prostitute probably disturbs this jury less than not at all.

Why, in that case, would the defense hang their hats on her injuries being the result of "consensual manual stimulation"? Your theory at least has the benefit of bring remote physically possible.

I thought the exact same thing, but it's been reported in a few media outlets as "diameter." That just doesn't seem like the kind of damage that could possibly be caused by accident. Bull fucking shit indeed.

Where are all the Lorde age truthers on this one?

That was my first thought, too. She's also 26, buuuuut, the idea that Rihanna would say "poop" when she clearly means "shit" is bizarre to me. Also doesn't seem the type to moon over "the one that got away" (or maybe I just don't want to believe that part because the obvious candidate would be noted woman-beating shit…

Well, if you assume she's lying about the circumstances, I guess it's equally possible she was aiming at him and the niece got caught in the crossfire. Either would be a legit reason to run. Assuming it happened as she says it did, though, you would think they would no longer be married. If they're still together, it…

I don't buy the white noise argument, for a whole host of reasons, but the big one is this: this isn't white noise on the scale you're implying. Not even close. This isn't the floor of the House, or the front page of the NYT. It's a short post on a feminist blog with a distinct bent towards discussing the larger…

If my brand new husband stepped over the body of someone I loved to run away, I know who I'd be "accidentally" shooting next. Yuck.

Valid - that coconut cream pie! For whatever reason, the ambiance there never really speaks to me, in spite of the amazing view, but I can say unreservedly that I've never had a less than great meal.