I don’t know. I grew up in the South. There are a lot of Democrats there that never gave up on being Dixiecrats.

There is no recall option in Kentucky.

Only the state legislature can impeach her. They’re not in session until January, and the governor has decided not to call a special session (which costs the state something like $65K per day, which I’m guessing Kentucky can’t easily afford). And, of course, there is no guarantee that the legislature WILL impeach her.

The Democratic House doesn’t necessarily mean anything (I’ll grant you the governor, because he’s made it clear that he is done with this bullshit). Kim Davis was elected as a Democrat.

We don’t buy steak, and it’s a rare meal that has more than about 50 g of meat (uncooked weight) per serving.

Oh, look. It’s a TERF. Bye!

Hello, transphobic asshole!

YES, THIS. Most of the time, I will immediately respond with, “Please, call me Maggie.” But I don’t like it when people immediately jump to calling me Maggie.

I think that it’s possible to believe that she deserves to be incarcerated (I’m not even going to express my own feelings about that here, because it’s irrelevant) and still think that she, and all other inmates, ought to be treated with some basic decency, including respecting their gender identity.

She is being forced to follow the grooming rules for men. In other words, they are blatantly ignoring Manning’s gender identity, because they can and because they want to make the point that she is powerless.

Every day. Every damn day. (It never stops being hilarious. He is two pounds of grump-ass, and the only reason he has any use for humans is that he doesn’t know how to get the veggies out of the fridge.)

I am too. And if someone asks me to call them by their first name, I’ll do it—but I expect them to give me the same consideration, and address me the way I prefer, as well.

This is a hill I am willing to die on, I’ve realized. I don’t like it when children call me by my first name. Fortunately, I didn’t have to argue with my wife’s nieces/nephews (her family is very much one where you call adults by their first name, no title)—there are so many people with my name/the male version of my…

For me, that bunny is a dream. We’d love to have one of the giant breeds once we’re living in a larger place, but they don’t turn up at rescues that often (at least not in the part of the world we’ll be living in), so we probably won’t ever adopt one.

But if you find rabbits even slightly disturbing, I can see where a…

$1500 — assuming parity between the US dollar and the Canadian dollar — is approximately our food budget for two people for six months (between $50 and $60 a week, three meals a day). At the current exchange rate, $1500 in US dollars is more like eight months’ worth of groceries for us.

No, there really are rabbit breeds that get that big.

I’d rather have hundreds of a giant breed. In my experience, Netherlands dwarves have about six times the attitude of Flemish or German giants. (As I typed this, my Netherlands dwarf just decided I needed to be shown my place—he turned his back on me and gave me a very deliberate foot-flick [rabbit-speak for “fuck…

I forgot to mention that every single one of those bomb threats was before 9/11. I’m sure they take them even more seriously now.

Yeah, I’ve been around many bomb threats in schools—both when I was a student and when I was a teacher. And even the LEAST credible threat (which was called in as “Yeah, there’s a bomb somewhere. You know, at the school,” with giggling in the background) was taken far more seriously than this was. (Except, of course,…

But what if they promise to just blow each other?