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I'm going to share my responses to your criticisms for completeness because I certainly chose to stick to the topic at hand rather than tell my life story. However, I want to highlight two things: for one, you have made some very lengthy and incorrect assumptions about my life in coming to your conclusion. I will

I think it's because we liberals actually have a generally consistent set of ethics/morals that tells us that there's almost never a legitimate defense for the stupid crap that was said. We don't use the "we're being persecuted"/"freeze peach" cop-out argument for when somebody calls out a fellow liberal for making

“With today’s sentence, Ingrid Lederhaas-Okun has learned the price she must pay for stealing millions of dollars worth of fine jewelry.” Not fucking much in other words.

I'm black, so tell me more about my filter of white guilt.

I vote for "Zwarte Piet's not racist, it's a tradition!" for the center square.

It makes me sad how actresses get automatically roped into becoming clotheshorses. I wish all celebrity interviews were like the Hollywood Reporter roundtables or Inside the Actors Studio. I can't think of anything more absurd or boring than hearing what a person has to say about dressing themselves. The woman is a

I feel you. I said something sort of to that effect on the last article praising the Pope—women are 50% of the population and the Church still doesn't give a shit about them. Color me unimpressed.

I think initially they thought he might be progressive but then quickly realised he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?

Yeah, this sounds like the person who lasted for one day with us because as I left the house (to go be with my Mom who was under hospice care at the time, the reason I hired a sitter), I asked her to please feed the cat. The kids were sleeping. She freaked out because she is A NANNY! Nannys don't feed CATS! Her

I have written about this before I will share some of what I have said:

Oh? Are you diabetic? Do you know exactly how it works? I've never passed out, and I've been diabetic for 31 years, but I know it's always a possibility. I have to have my doctor sign a letter for the DMV every fucking year to say that I am capable of driving, and if my doctor says I'm fine, YOU CAN GO FUCK

If passing out behind the wheel is a possibility you shouldn't be driving.

I banned (LITERALLY) all pink and frilly things when my daughter was born. I was up front with relatives about it. I was told I was being unreasonable and unrealistic etc. I did not give a shit. Eve got gender neutral toys right up until about four/five and I made sure of it. We also don't watch a lot of TV with

In the past few years, fewer of my expecting friends have been willing to divulge the sex of their baby-to-be. A couple of them have found out but kept it secret, and the rest have cheerfully said, "We want to be surprised."

funny similar story - A civil engineer having a baby shower was given a gift of an adorable hard hat...a fellow engineer replied "oh wow - I didn't know it was a boy".

Thank you for reinforcing my decision to not find out the sex of any of my futurebabies before the birth. Thank god my husband and I agreed on that from day 1!

It never ends, either. My partner's parents are insanely pro-gender stereotyping and pro-gender roles. here are some examples:

I just had a baby shower also and I'm having a boy, but I'm concerned about the same thing. I didn't want people to buy tons of sports stuff or guns or baby blue, because I just hate baby blue in general. I knew I was having a boy, I just didn't tell anyone that was coming to the shower and couldn't use common sense.

This is totally off topic, but I gasped at "baby stockings" — to me, stockings are the old-school one-on-each-leg like-tights-without-a-top things held up by a garter belt, and I had a vision of a little burlesque baby. (And then I Google image searched, and it turns out "baby stockings" are American for "baby

My sister-in-law requested less pink. She said she eventually gave up, though. (I did my best to honor her wishes, though! I got purple and cream and green and the cutest most adorablest navy polka dotted dress ever. I sometimes am sad that I have a boy because I can't dress him up, even though I hate the girly girly