“A Jesuit priest developed the Big Bang Theory.”

I get that, but the employee doesn’t get to decide the requirements of their own job. The answer to “who cares where it happens” is “her boss,” apparently. And the “who cares how many hours we work if the work gets done” thing is extremely telling too, because that’s what people say when they’re not working a full day…

The New Yorker has an amazing article about opioid addiction in West Virginia. Since Big Pharma and lawmakers have failed these people in desperate need of help, women have stepped up in an inspiring way.

The New Yorker published a report on drug addicts in West Virginia, the US state with the highest overdose rate, today. It’s worth a read: http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/06/05/the-addicts-next-door 

I LOVE this so hard. I was about to roll my eyes at the ageism and then the ladies join in too. How fucking empowering to remind us that we are all on the same team ladies. Black, white, brown, Asian, thin, fat, in between, old, young, ageless feminism is for all women.

If you’re a white person, and you’re not a professor of linguistics giving a seminar on the history of racial epithets to postgrads, stop it. Stop it now. Whatever the situation, even in “irony” [and from your perspective without malice], you’ve radically misjudged the mood. Stop it.

I like the beach from underneath an umbrella with a good book and a beverage. I like it even more at night. I do not like wearing a bathing suit around strangers. Or sun bathing. Or swimming. Or really anything traditionally associated with the beach. So no, you’re not alone.

I don’t hate it, but I don’t particularly love it either, which is a traitorous thing for a Jersey girl to say apparently. I just prefer the woods and the mountains. I do like sitting on the beach in the late afternoon/at sunset or taking a walk at night when it’s cool, and I enjoy strolling the boardwalks and tourist…

Almost a year after moving out, she STILL texts me wanting to rehash what happened, i.e. getting me to admit our fallout was my fault when “all she ever tried to do was love me!” It’s fucking psychotic.

Then stand, Taylor.

I’m gonna watch the shit out of this.

Comey got receipts, motherfucker!

The official excuse given for denying tubal ligation is that doctors don’t want to be sued by women who later regret permanent birth control, but most women who are refused the service say it’s because the doctor insists they’ll probably want children later... or should leave the option open, even if they have no…

A woman who has experienced severe post-partum medical issues doesn’t belong with a man who responds to those issues by taking an additional wife. She belongs with a supportive partner who understands that accepting the possibility of serious post-partum medical issues is part of becoming a parent or, failing that, by…

Yeah this makes me all kinds of uncomfortable. Is she just going to live with being repulsed by touch for the rest of her life? What happens if she gets over it? To me it seems selfish as hell to say “my wife is going through something tough postpartum but MY dick isn’t getting wet & that’s the real problem.”

Exactly. I mean, shouldn’t the person with the near-debilitating illness be getting help and support for said illness? But instead we’re supposed to worry about Peter?

Peter seems like a douche.

I’m just going to drop this in the middle of the firestorm of comments, because you are lucky enough to live in the UK:

I’ve been standing at the edge of the water, long as I can remember...