Also known as teaching him some respect.

Yes! Plus, I don’t want them to grow up to be the kind of girls who just shut up and take it when dudes mansplain, so it is important to take his self-esteem down a notch when it is completely unwarranted.

You’re right about your son. Do you think other parents would try to build their daughters’ self esteem by letting them girlsplain things? Hell, no.

Well, now I gotta boycott Sean Lennon. Fuck. I mean, I’d never heard of Foxygen so boycotting that was gonna be easy.

The funny part is this pregnancy has literally destroyed my fucking body. I have to wear support garments, rest on my side at least 12 hours a day, can’t drive myself very far, and can’t exercise. I’ve also been puking and on anti nausea meds for this entire pregnancy. It’s been the most hellish thing I’ve ever done.…

I’m equally surprised that the son of John Lennon would turn out to be a cock.

Hachi-ko Chuken, I would be happy to do so!

*sigh*

I like it.

I’m just gonna put this here...

funny that you say that, it still amazes me that people take pictures on their phones during wedding ceremonies. just...why? what are you going to do with that image of the back of the bride and groom with 3 strangers heads in the picture? the bride and groom don’t want it!

Same reason people record entire concerts on their phones, they’re assholes.

I’m imagining them as snooty old people with furs and monocles, ready to rumble, and I’m very much enjoying it. Please don’t correct me.

On a similar subject, why do people feel compelled to take photos of really famous art? I went to Versailles and whole tour buses spent their visit looking at everything through their cell phones and iPads. It’s famous art, there are books with high quality images in it! The Internet has pictures! You’re missing the…

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but my first trip to the local art museum was at age 11. Mom sat me down and gave me a lecture about not touching the art, which I rolled my eyes through because obviously!

I walked around an exhibition with my mother, it was modernist oil paintings, lots of layers and texture and there was a 13 year old boy with his mother and he whispered “I just really want to touch it, I won’t but I really want to”, I just thought “I feel ya bro”. Hands in pockets at all times.

Literal shit is more postmodern than modern, actually, but you’re still not allowed to touch it.

I have a TINY bit of sympathy for crossword lady.