And she has a full hour granted by the school to hang out with her kid. And she gets in late for class. And she gets interrupted by texts from her “baby”. This girl is getting zero work done; why even bother going to school? You’re just wasting gas, at this point.

This sounds great, but... how does the school day start at 8am and end at 2:50pm will a full hour for lunch? My parents both worked for school districts - I’m pretty sure this is well below the required number of daily “instructional minutes”, at least in most states.

EXACTLY! What purpose does that serve? Way to distract the kid from her class with some useless, creepy my-baby-is-fake-writing-me-texts shit. Wtf.

Where is Sophia’s daughter’s dad in the Feminist Utopia? Fucked off somewhere not helping out, I guess?

Right? Sophia’s text message can be checked after class, thanks. #crankyoldperson

I realize that pushing someone to NOT continue a pregnancy is wrong just like pushing someone TO continue a pregnancy is wrong, but every single time I encounter a teen pregnancy I just think “Have an abortion. Just have an abortion. Everything will be fine. What are you doing. Just have an abortion!” We were meeting…

I know this isn’t the point of this piece, but I feel like a feminist utopia would provide proper sex ed and birth control to prevent teen pregnancies altogether...

Wow. That’s a Utopia alright - but not as much to do with a feminist utopia as much as a “hey teen, something matters in your world more than you right now” utopia. Fantasy, I mean.

7:00AM: You’ve already lost me: Shouldn’t there be efficient, comfortable mass transit serving this woman’s neighborhood?

I remember the “one shade lighter” foundation look. It was so high-fashion mime.

I did, but I don’t believe it. There will always be very conservative branches of any religion. If you get involved with one of them but don’t live exactly the way they expect you to, be prepared for problems.

Jeb! is no Vito Corleone. He is clearly Fredo Corleone.

I tore my hymen when I was 6 in a playground accident (or I never had one? or there is still one there?). Anyway, it hurt bad. There was blood.

They wanted names that gave them a sense of shared unity, and loved the “new clan” idea. But that’s not how other people felt.

Springsteen rejecting Christie is by far the best pop culture backlash.

Pretty sure mine broke when I had a bike accident and landed on my banana seat the wrong way as a kid, I was only 9 or 10 years old and knew it hurt when I wrecked and there was blood.

Thanks for writing that. It happened to me too. I was expecting the blood and nothing. My mom says she didn't bleed either.

Same here. I have no idea if I never had one or it broke some other time, but there was definitely no sex-related breaking/tearing/bleeding.

Well, those Christian sacrificial lambs I mean women probably don’t use tampons or do anything as undecorous as play tough sports or ride horses or do anything besides hold aspirin between their knees for their first 2 decades so... If they had one to begin with it’s likely to stick around.

Same. I never really understood when I was kid what the hell I hymen was. I explored down there long before a penis ever did, and never knew what happened to mine. Definitely never bled or had pain or anything like that.