I’d be telling those officers, “uh, you try to catch them, anyway... because that’s your job. If your chances of catching them are low, then try harder. I’m going to get a rape kit done, and we’re going to follow through with this. End of discussion.”

As an NZ victim of rape, I am so grateful for those women for standing up and making noise about it. I don't think I could be that strong in the face of complete disinterest by the speaker.

Canada (like the U.S. and the UK) goes by the “First Past the Post” electoral system, which tends to create a dominant two-party system. New Zealand, on the other hand, uses a “Mixed-Member Proportional” system, which opens the door to multiparty representation.

Seems about par for the course. It’s easy to act outraged over the idea of rape and sexual assault/abuse, but when confronted with actual victims and people who have and are dealing with the fallout of such violence, nope, can’t handle it. Best shut them up.

Cute skirt, Brian!

Well, that was kind of messed up. Errr, congratulations on acting so very American there New Zealand parliament? I got nothing.

I hear you. I’m already sick of Christmas and it’s only Veterans Day. If it were just the decorations I might be ok, but having to hear the same, recycled holiday songs on continuous loop that I’ve been hearing for decades makes me want to slap an elf.

H&M stands for “hates mistletoe.”

Did you ever watch Big Rich Texas? Damn, I miss that show.

Dallas? How has that not been a thing before? I don’t watch any of the RH shows but if ever there was a city that cries out “come film my gaudy, new money idiots,” it’s Dallas.

One of those:

It is, but once when my dog had a pussy sore I googled the term “pussy dog” and the results were horrifying.

I prefer to think he was using the royal “we”, the majestic plural. You know, him and the voices in his head.

“America needs to hear the message,” he says. “We are messed up.”

It’s straight up insanity. Kid Electron’s classmate started up with an all-star cheer program, and her mom’s been putting pressure on me to sign up Kid as well. It would cost more per month than her school tuition, and that’s not including the mandatory practice uniforms, two performance uniforms and assorted poms…

Socks!? TO BED!? You disgust me.

Well, people from really fucked up families usually have issues resulting from that. I was seriously involved with a guy who had horrific arguments with his parents. Guess what, when he got angry that is the only way he knew how to argue. Straight up death match.

My requirements/deal breakers changed as I aged. In my teens, I just wanted a good kisser who had a car, could manage to obtain Boone’s Farm, and was at least a top placer in local surfing competitions. In my 20s, I wanted a guy with a decent job, who worked out and understood my workout schedule, who had a big dick…

Obviously in those circumstances, not having a relationship with your family is an absolutely sane response.

I GOT THE JOB

They interviewed me yesterday and I felt like I was such an inept stammering mess that they were bound to give it to the other applicant. But they offered it to me.

On the one hand, I am excited, and on the other, I am so, so scared. I am convinced that I am going to be terrible at it and fuck everything…