Slate had a recent series (which — surprise! — turned out to be short-lived as the author was just shilling their forthcoming book), "How Babies Work".
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So its similar to a bad car accident?
I would just run around spritzing everyone in the court room with my breast milk, you know to relieve the engorgement and to show them what a real MEGA bitch I can be when someone fucks up at my expense. SPRITZAHs for ALLLL Y'alllllll.
I don't know that I wnt kids, myself, but holy fuck you are a miserable, angry person.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I think if you're pregnant and decide to have an abortion, than go ahead and feel however you feel about it. However, if you choose to have the baby, you owe it to that child to consider it 'good news', because nobody deserves to enter the world as a 'mistake'.
Wow. This sounds like something Rick Perry and Rick Santorum would endorse.
11. You don't have to deal with infertility.
Wow, it's almost as if after you're done being pregnant you end up with a baby. Biology is crazy, huh?
Agreed about the judge (and your court system sounds awesome), but not every baby takes a bottle even if it is introduced in that magical window between nipple confusion and breast preference.
She wants praise and attention. This has nothing to do with inspiring other women. Be honest about your own narcissism.
Welp, turns out my hyper-progressive granola-feminist attitude actually DOES have a limit.
The wet seal on my eyeballs broke is all!
Motorists hit pedestrians pretty frequently. And they die. I don't see what you're getting at. I am a motorist, very rarely a pedestrian and never a cyclist, and by far the biggest menaces on the road are the 1-2 ton vehicles running through reds, not checking when they switch lanes, tailing cyclists or going around…
...and I'm tired of motorists' similarly bad behavior forcing the cyclists into that mode - survival mode. Who loses? Pedestrians like me.
I've always made it a point to try and be extra patient with kids/parents with kids who are out in public, under the assumption that I will someday have kids, and I'll want them to be patient with me.