I voted in rural, Republican PA with my RINO husband. We brought our three young kids. They all “helped” him cast a straight Dem party ticket on the touchscreen machine. I managed to smash the patriarchy unassisted. We applied our “I voted” stickers, thanked the poll workers, and were back in the car in well under 5…

Tom Brady said today he hasn’t voted yet. Who to believe? Who to believe?

Yeah, come on.

I was sexually harassed and/or sexually discriminated against (multiple offenders/ multiple employers) every single fucking year of my illustrious legal career. Guess what? I told my husband, my sister, my bestie. That’s. It. Of course, now that I’m not practicing, I can’t even keep track of the former colleagues who…

I *finally* menstruated today (Trump translator: bloodcoming out of my pussy) and thought oh, now my extreme She-Rah RAGE over this will dissipate. Nopity, nope nope.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/trump-recorded-having-extremely-lewd-conversation-about-women-in-2005/2016/10/07/3b9ce776-8cb4-11e6-bf8a-3d26847eeed4_story.html

Pretty much this. I started peeing in the shower when I was post-partum after my first child. And then I, like, got hooked on the efficiency. But what kind of animal didn’t wash his/her legs? And FEET.

I seriously can’t even wrap my mind around this shit anymore. It’s too much.

Okay, whew. I retired from the practice e of the law last summer (thank you, Jeebus!) to, like, parent my children and write—and sleep in every day, NGL. But I read this and was suddenly a feared that my brain had atrophied because I was like ‘have they changed how depositions work?’ And then I realized IDGAF how…