My husband managed to coax me out of my ambivalence cave before I turned 30, so we have a bit of a longer horizon before passing into the “exaggerated risk profile geriatric pregnancy palooza” stage of fertility, but the decision about a second child was still a big one for us. And as someone currently carrying that…

Word. I never, ever, felt ready. I didn’t feel ready as I saw my little boy emerge from my body (*finally*) on the day he was born. I spent my entire pregnancy wondering if that meant I was destined to fail at mothering and resent my kid forever - a frightening concept, especially considering it was a planned and…

o I gotta say, I was pretty ambivalent come conception time, too. But, my husband had always been very clear that he wanted children, and I knew what I was signing up for in marrying (still a good deal for me!) To be clear, it wasn't that I actively didn't want kids, more so that I didn't actively want them, either. I…

So much forehead on that kid, for such a little brain...

Love that his verdict was actually based on some half-assed Googling. Way to go, Judge Dipshit. Feels like a discarded C plot from Idiocracy.

Yeah, the “why even take the risk” argument is so fucking hollow, it’s bananas. If we were really serious about eliminating big risks for our unborn children, the first things we’d stop doing would be driving, but I don’t see anyone climbing up in the grill of pregnant ladies every time they climb out of their cars.…

I laughed, and then I realized that present day Diane Keaton looks a lot like my Mom, then I felt weird, then I starred your comment, and now I am confused and need to lie down. TGIF!

Yasss... I remember reading it in French (hi from Canada) as “Robe de Bal” during the interminable summer in which I broke my arm and couldn’t do anything else. The hyperbolic translation only made it better!

That's it. That's the worst part. That he could sit among these people for that amount of time and not see or hear anything of their humanity that would shake his confidence that he was entitled to take their lives. It's too horrible to contemplate.

See also, "legitimate."

It was also pointed out to me elsewhere that in some evangelical traditions - I guess similar to old-school Catholicism where only priests were considered qualified to read and interpret the Big Book? - reading the bible is actually discouraged in favour of listening to what your pastor tells you and reading…

This gif... this gif forever. I will never ever get tired of the awfulness of Hilary Faye, or the awfulness of Mandy Moore's wigs in that movie.

It sort of reminds me of those sweatpants from the early aughts that said “Juicy” across the butt. If you have to tell people...

My husband tried to bring me on one of our first dates, because I was a Christian and thought the subject matter would be “interesting to me.” The thought behind it was sweet, I guess, but I had to insist quite vehemently that, as someone who has both read the bible and spent many years studying human physiology, I…

It’s funny, that roommate and I have remained great friends, but she has learned over time to stop asking me if the things she does are okay. Now that I think about it more, her ultra-conservative upbringing and very (over?) involved parents probably contributed to that - she definitely seemed to feel like she needed…

I find it a bit odd, especially since I assume you’re not a 1%-er with a football-field sized brownstone where the shower is miles away from where you were sitting. We’ve doubled up on the shower when visiting my in-laws on the West Coast, but as they do live in a sprawling McMansion with a bathroom for every guest, I…

Yeah, I feel like the overriding rule should be “if you can shut up, you can bone down.” When visiting his family for long periods of time, the husband and I follow the following sex rules: 1) do it while your hosts are at the gym! 2) Do it in the guest-specific room that’s farthest from anyone who might overhear, be…

Yeah, the “poor Warner Bros. is getting picked on” vibe of that whole thing is deeply annoying.

My (wholly imaginary) takeaway from this photo, with the attempted-combed-down flyaways in the back of the Prince’s head, is that Kate Middleton is just as perplexed as I am about how to style fine as silk little boy hair. This is comforting...

Ouf - that was a tough read. Like, how could you not come to resent your husband over time in that situation? Nevermind your sister in law who is praised for her courage in producing a third child (a boy, obvs) in a low-birth-rate society, and held up as an example to which other women (cough cough, you) should…