It’s articles like this that make it hard for me to go outside.

Worse:

That’s where I think the confusion is for forced-birthers who insist a woman will “regret” their abortion- they mistake being bummed about having to go through it as regret. No one is happy to get an abortion, most just feel relieved. In a perfect world, we would never need abortions because our birth control planning…

This is brilliant, thank you for writing it. And just to help you contextualize your experience a little, the second-largest group of women needing abortion in the U.S., (though not Canada) is women between 40 and 45 who are mothers. It’s not you, though your copper IUD failure is a spectacular one!

So you’re saying you made a well thought out, reasonable decision about your health and your body; the people responsible for it did not judge or subject you to their personal bias; and your supportive partner was there for you and cared for you before, during and after.

I’ll hold your coat!

Ben and Jerrys has a salted caramel core ice cream with blonde brownie bits. It’s heavenly.

Poor dude. Looks like he’s getting nowhere.

I’m trying to slim down after going up two pant sizes in a year and a half. Basically all I am willing to do is exercise and eat less junk. Not no junk. Just less. Life is not worth living with out salted caramel chip ice cream or that third glass of wine with my girlfriends.

no coffee no life

No matter what she does, time will march on and take its toll. Eventually you lose the “BOD”. But pizza. Pizza is eternal.

I appreciate your willingness to write a story that reflects deep ambivalence.

I was 13-14 in the mid-70s, and I got a lot of attention from grown men. I was thrilled by it. Boys my age either ignored me, barked at me, or called me names. Adult men talked to me like I was a person, admired me, complemented me. At the time, it was bliss, and I felt it made me special. And thanks mainly to a lack…

I appreciate your willingness to write a story that reflects deep ambivalence. I think there isn’t enough of that anymore (everything is always strident and polarized) but you did a great job sitting with the murkiness of what this all means about Bowie’s legacy.

“...you can understand how Lori Maddox could have possibly developed not just a sincere desire to fuck adult men but the channels to do it basically in public; why an entire scene encouraged her, photographed her, gave her drugs that made all of it feel better, loved her for it, celebrated her for it, for years. You…

Although, Britney usually does some pretty intensive dance routines so the lip-sync might at least in part be because she doesn’t want to pant like a bloodhound into the mic. (Disclaimer: I love Britney and feel sort of protective towards her)

It wasn’t free. It was incredibly restrictive, even in NYC or LA.

There was more acceptance of having sex & doing drugs. For straight white dudes. Not really a lot of “freedom” for the rest of us. In hs in the 70s, girls were still slutty bitches who would lead boys astray.

Absolutely. My mom got divorced in 1977(ish), and struggled to keep us fed and clothed. She was an RN, and dad paid child support (and faithfully and dutifully picked us up for visitation weekends until we refused because our stepmonster worked us like servants), but I was on free lunches at school. She dated a black…