Yeah. I had an awful, traumatic birth with my daughter. For about a year afterward I would get the shakes just thinking about it. And I still have nerve damage. But you know what would have been a much deeper and more lasting “wound”? If she had DIED.

It’s actually not unheard of in some tribes/groups for a woman to go off into the bush for labor, and come back with the baby when she’s done. It’s also not unheard of for moms and babies to die that way.

And his answer was classic. “I told you who. People. That say. The saying people.”

For humor.

In the picture at the top, it looks like he’s asking if she can spare any change.

The author of the NYT piece claimed that viewing someone else’s vulval / vaginal selfie, shared by its recipient (a married man), spurred her to write the thing. She didn’t mention the first time round that the recipient was, in fact, her own husband and, prior to these edits, either he or she or both of them shared…

I didn’t understand a single thing in this article. 

~hello, darkness, my old friend~

Uh, it’s a story set in the future, so the future can work whatever way the writers want it to work — without the constraints of today — perhaps this future monitor can detect the “pregnancy” (fertilized egg) before implantation.

The Black Mirror episode is in the future. The girl went to the school nurse after throwing up and the nurse did some quick test to determine why, which showed the EC is her system. Black Mirror episodes basically just show (usually) horrifying and realistic possibilities of the future. In this one, parents can…

My old boss did that, and he pounded those bad boys. Like he was punishing those keys for something in every. single. email. Not even joking that I had to wear noise canceling headphones to concentrate.

Then they came out with sport headphones that came on a headband but dug right into your ears, so that they stayed relatively stable. I used to turn them upside down and let the headband hang under my chin, because that felt more comfortable.

Okay, THAT was effing brilliant.

Oh, and here’s another guess:

You make it through the first two thirds of the clip, but then he starts laughing into the void and you, yourself, are now falling, tumbling down into the emptiness beyond sense.

What the hell was your donut margin? You couldn’t have spared a donut for the boy?

Based on how the toilets in my office look 90% of the time, I just assume everyone holds their piss until after they’re done shitting, so they can stand up and piss all over the seat before they leave.

As a member of the LGBTQ community, your tepid support means the world to me. Thank you.