Yeah, they really do seem to think it’s like on TV or something where you have sex, throw up the next morning and are like, welp, I’m pregnant! I get the impression they also think that conception happens at the moment of male orgasm. Like, you can get pregnant from sex you have up to 5 days before ovulation. And then…

He says he misspoke on the State House floor while lecturing on how rape works:

I’m starting to think these men think pregnancy is like an alarm clock or something and the second an egg and sperm meet you are pregnant and know. Now of course many fertililzed eggs never implant at all, and this alarm doesn’t exist. With my second pregnancy I thought I was diabetic, not pregnant.

I’m sorry that I said out loud what I really believe. What I meant to impart was that there are “good people on both sides”, rapists and whores.

If I was ever raped and reported it in his jurisdiction I’d be suing his ass right now 

From the state that brought you “legitimate rape”, comes yet another so-awful-it’s-not-even-wrong shit sandwich from just one of the trillion or so Rethuglicans infesting Missouri.

“Gentleman"?

Yeah also Prince headlined in 2008 so don’t bury the lede.

The funny thing is that’s a pic of Bjork’s house. Her 2007 Coachella performance was the last time that festival was cool (I was there). The following year, Jack Johnson was a headliner. It’s been a slow and painful descent since then.

I definitely agree with that. I’m more likely to head to Santa Barbara if I’m up for a three hour drive, but it is nice to get away regardless.

Palm Springs isn’t in what’s normally considered the Central Valley. The Central Valley is Fresno, Bakersfield, etc. Palm Springs is way south of that.

it’s like the sequel to filming an entire concert on your phone/GoPro instead of just enjoying it yourself.

I do live by the beach, and whenever my friends say they are going to Palm Springs, all I can think is, “But why, though? We have pools and shopping and spas by the ocean, and you don’t have to be in the desert.”

If you want to go down the rabbit hole of what “influencers” will do for attention, check out the page called “Public Lands Hate You.”

As I laid out in the sun on a sunny December morning in Cancun, sipping my beer, I couldn’t help but notice how much time was placed by so many people on the beach, getting the best and fakest posed picture possible. I was enjoying a nice buzz by the time they were done. Impressing others is not for me.

One of my friends paid 249 bucks to sit in a private jet for 30 minutes, changed outfits a couple times, and snapped enough different photos so that all of his followers will think he is a regular private jet Traveler.

“It was a social experiment!” is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

It’s really weird to live in a world where posting photos of a vacation is more important than actually enjoying a vacation. 

I didn’t toil away in college for four years to get my cowboy degree for this bullshit.

I just think it’s funny that she was actually at the beach (a fun place to be), pretending to be at a music festival in the Inland Empire (the 9th circle of hell).