It’s like all the crap and scrutiny you would have to put up with as a fancy Hollywood actress, but you don’t even get to be outspoken, or a boozy trainwreck, because "the realm." You could never eat chicken wings in public. Fancy dresses and crown jewels be damned - I couldn't do it. [devours chicken wing].

I honestly think this would be the hardest job in the world for me, and one for which I'd be uniquely poorly suited. I am a smart lady, fancy STEM degree, fluent in multiple languages, and it would take me about a day to completely immolate myself in a role that requires your considerable social graces to be under the…

Fair point. Ugh.

The level of obliviousness and absurdity here is crazy: Here is a “greatest hits” post of racist bullshit, culminating in a call for a return to 50s-style “separate but equal” segregation. Better slap on a #notracisttho hashtag - that’ll mitigate any awkwardness!

“If your life is about you, and not me, you can’t expect me to be faithful.”

Having just come from eating lunch on a bench by the river, imma go ahead and add “aggressive sandwich jacking” to that list. Holy shit, swans - there are unsuspecting children with bread right there.

For a bit of context, Tim Hunt is somewhat known for these kinds of comments about the perils of ladies at the bench. I worked for a guy who really admired his plain-spokenness in that regard, and I doubt he was alone in thinking so - at last, a highly educated and widely lauded white man has the courage to tell the…

Alternate timeline twinsies! Hilariously, right now I’m 7 months pregnant and packed to the gills with stereotypically feminine identifiers that have eluded me most of my life - pillowy breasts! tears on tap 24/7! Thick, flowing hair like a damn Pantene commercial! Also, somehow, from sternum to hips - the body of a…

Sarah, thank you a million times for saving my online life with this article, and for pointing to the great Amanda Marcotte piece which I hadn’t previously seen. I’ve spent more time than I’d like to contemplate over the last few days trying to compose a coherent response to the gajillion aunties and mom-friends…

Yeah - As a nearly 6 foot tall former rugby player and competitive lifter, for most of my adult life I bore a much closer resemblance to mid-80s Bruce Jenner than I ever will to someone who fits a more traditional feminine ideal. Although I have dealt with my fair share of criticism from the Elinor Burkett’s of the…

Do it! My gran's red velvet cake straight up uses a cup of pureed beets (cooked from scratch, though, not the canned ones). It is fucking amazing. No one has ever asked me "so, are there root vegetables in this cake, or nah?" They're just like "OMFG more cake please."

Prediction: Samosa flavoured vodka will be a thing by the time my kids are old enough to throw it up into the glovebox of my car.

Holy shit, I just re-read the manual, and you are totally right! Apparently you can set it up both ways, but who would waste the “good view” up front on a tiny baby that will be asleep all the time anyway? Big brother will like this arrangement much better. Based on the diagrams, I feel like I’m going to need some…

Hilariously, I initially justified the Chariot purchase ($1200 before conversion kits - come the fuck at me, y’all) using straight economics - so rational! It goes something like: When I go back to work after number 2, it will allow me to ferry both my kids to school/daycare behind my bike (thanks, pricey as hell…

If I’m not too late (or of the wrong gender, apparently) to geek out about this a bit... Is this a Phil and Ted’s? If so, do you love it? Any complaints from the kiddo in the “bottom bunk”? I’m considering getting one as a “walking around stroller” (we have a Monster Chariot for running and biking, but I do not want…

Just chiming in to say a hearty ‘yes’ - you’ve done such a good job articulating in this thread the mixed feelings I have about her (but am too inarticulate to coherently express myself). On the one hand, I feel so much of what she says so hard... and then she does a shitty impression of a Latina hotel clerk, or makes…

It is possible that I have never loved my husband more than when we were sitting, bleary eyed and fragile, at the park with our two week old baby, getting mad compliments from a “ “you can get it” look” on our one really big baby purchase - a badass running stroller. Although the only running he does is “for the bus”…

As someone who just got a double Chariot CX with the fucking cross country ski attachment... hai girl!

I recently met my ex’s fiancée at a mutual friend’s wedding, and ended the night feeling truly heartbroken for her. It’s weird, because, although he had been a terrible boyfriend, we had a relatively good friendship for a few years after the breakup before we drifted apart. I basically viewed him as a decent guy. All…

I feel like a special “day” or “outing” is fine, especially if you plan it yourself and aren’t an asshole about it if people can’t come or don’t care. A birthday week, though? Are you kidding?