Station Eleven was AMAZING.

Yup, definitely puked on myself while driving once. Early 20’s, hungover as fuck trying to make it to work on time. Had to turn around and drive home covered in puke.

Oh god, IN the air vents? :(

Like many parents, mine took five-year-old me to Disneyworld. Perhaps unlike other parents, mine decided that I was old enough for my first roller coaster. I remember feeling mild trepidation as I was strapped into the seat for “Space Mountain”, then screaming my head off for three solid minutes as we sped and flipped…

My wife’s best friend ordered a cake from a little old lady who ran a cake business out of her house. We used her for our wedding. Best cake ever, she would makethe cake the morning of the wedding. So, we are at the reception waiting on cake. No cake. We call the cashed lady. No answer. Finally we send a family…

Oh my lord, this brings me back to when I was a terrified 12-year-old with undiagnosed PCOS,
hemorrhaging like the Amazon River for 3 or 4 days straight. So, so awful. PCOS is a bitch.

I suffered for 20+ years with ridiculous bleeding, clots the size of dollar bills, really, the whole menstrual 9. And then, I had an ablation. BEST. DECISION. EVER.

I was literally JUST talking about this song last night in a discussion about the best late Disco song. This song is undeniably the best late disco song.

The main issue with using the original patterns is that the sizes have changed. You need to read the back and make sure your measurements match the size listed. And, of course, the tissue ages.

I could care less what consenting adults do in their home or in public spaces that are designed for this kind of play. But I would rather not be part of someone’s fetish without consent. Part of walking her on the leash in public is about getting a charge from people’s reactions.

While I think open conversations are an important part of parenting, I think it’s kind of disingenuous to claim a parent can just tell their child that the man walking a woman on a leash around the mall is just “make believe.” Kids generally know that normal adults don’t usually play make believe in public and walk…

Yeah, no. You don’t make me part of your sub/dom sexual play without my consent. There are fairs and clubs for that.

“we tend to think of rich people with poor lifestyles”

Um, no.

To quote Roseanne (the show) S02e18 I’m Hungry

The comments weren’t just about being invisible - ie not being street harassed at all - there were comments from people whose first experience of it wasn’t being punished by men for their perceived fuckability, but also being punished by men for their perceived unfuckability. e.g. the first time I was aware of being…

Agreed. I always feel left out when it comes to these types of stories. Not that I want to be in the group, but it sort of feels like, in a backward way, it’s more evidence that I’m undesirable. The stories that come up for me when I try to think of being noticed by guys is how, like, one guy told me I had a zit…

Are we going to talk about that horrendous “rape is funny when it’s a boy and a hot lady predator!” sketch? I went from reading Jez’s article on the teacher who abused a 13-year-old boy and later married him, to watching a slightly aged-up (16 yo) sketch version high-fiving everyone. Serious heebie-jeebies.

Mother effin’ Donny Osmond.

They are not house cats. House cats (Felis catus) are house cats. Lions are not house cats. Tigers are not house cats. Servals are not house cats. Bengal cats are not house cats. House cats are house cats and anything larger or more exotic than that is not and should be left the fuck alone. Yeah, I know, we all think…

I do love Ohio thin crust. Marions in the Dayton area is my favorite. But I also love Chicago-style pizza, and regular pizza. Hell, JUST GIVE ME ALL THE PIZZA.

I've been doing it for years, works worldwide and there's IRC baked in it.