I learned on a 3-on-the-tree, 1960s big, chevy pickup that required double-clutching between each gear, berated by my perfectionist father. A regular 5-speed was a breeze after that.

The Gardasil commercials that intone "one less" instead of "one fewer" almost kill me.

this should be on a tshirt: "I don't want me no old sperm."

I think it's January 1-7, during the week of lady's Xmas . . .

my partner cleaned the bathroom for me (it was my turn). I thought the gesture was the height of romance since I *hate* cleaning the toilet.

I'm really glad that things turned out okay. The twisted nut sounds horrible and horrifying.

I don't know what "nut untied' means, but it sounds horrible.

Umm . . . nope. People just think they are good at multitasking. They are just doing a shit job at a couple of things at the same time:

some people only pretend to like Lord of the Rings? What?

me, too, but we called ourselves fancy-schmancy "secular humanists." Try trotting this out in first grade to your teachers. Did not go over well in 1970.

I love how WI people have chimed in to correct this egregious mistake:)

that is awesome information. thanks.

Hmmm. While I think that some women become strippers for a walk on the wild side (or to be an observer-participant for that MA in anthropology), lots of women are supporting themselves (and others) through the job. Not sure it's a completely "free" choice.

having spent a lot of time in both Portland and places in Wisconsin, I'm not sure the Portland has the highest number of taverns. Milwaukee and La Crosse surely have Ptown beat.

jewbaca with sexy, sexy legs, though, so there's that.

well, I think there's lots of different kinds. What comes to mind for me are certain cam girls (or cam couples)—women who have subscription services, for instance, who aren't controlled or making porn for someone else to distribute and profit from.

nope. I think, actually, that upper middle class white folks are leading the charge to not vaccinate, not poor families.

it's great, but the smell. oh, the smell of Prid's.

Hey, Pinkham,

I have to remind myself not to stick receipts in my mouth anymore (gross, I know. I'm a gross person whose hands are typically full).