Once upon a time I went for the milk to mash the potatoes with and discovered I had none. So I just used a fuckton of butter and no milk. It was awesome and that’s now how I always make them.

My partner of almost a year and I recently discussed how we would handle money if we were to marry. He’s still financially recovering from a very costly divorce and wants everything separate, as if we were roommates (he really got dinged by community property laws - he also wants a prenup.) And I discovered that I…

I don’t understand how people have the bandwidth to care about this shit.

People who are comfortable with how much they do or don’t represent traditional expectations for their gender feel little need to drag others for how much they do or don’t the same. 

I’m a woman so our experiences on this might vary. ;)

I earn my market rate. However, my entire profession is underpaid because it’s a historically feminine profession and therefore undervalued.

I’ve never wanted kids and at 45 remain happily childless. Based on the experiences I’ve had justifying my choices and talking with people who’ve made different choices, I’ve come to this conclusion: people who are confident they’ve made the right choice for themselves feel little need to question the choices of…

People never ask me that. I think it’s because I’m 45 and never married and they’re scared I’ll blow my brains out if reminded of that.

I don’t remember ever wanting kids. I know this sounds very fanciful, but I wonder sometimes if there is some force at work just turning off the “I MUST PROCREATE” drive in a select number of humans in order to help preserve the planet.

My relatively reasonable red state governor (seriously) gets cockblocked by the whackadoo extremists in the state legislature every time he tries to behaves reasonably. It’s really frustrating to watch.

I actually miss my solo Thanksgivings from when I lived on the opposite side of the country from all my family. I’d make or buy just the foods I wanted (like 3 different types of stuffing and apple crisp instead pumpkin pie.) And I’d watch The Exorcist. It was awesome.

I wonder if that woman sweeping the catwalk has insurance.

When I lived in North Dakota, “everybody makes mistakes” was the refrain on every news article about a driver killing someone while texting and driving 95 MPH. I now have a strong, knee jerk “fuck you and the horse you rode in on” reaction to seeing those words.

That “she’s too cute” is Jezebel’s take on this is ... interesting.

I won’t blame one commercial for decades of sub-clinical disordered eating. But the Tab commercial where the woman steps on the scale and it reads 100 really bummed out a tall, busty, ten-year-old me who already weighed more than 100 lbs. (My weight was fine for my height and development level, which were just out of…

I suspect that person was projecting from her own life.

Ugh. Then they can have her and her soon-to-be-ex-husband, too.

I won’t attempt to pass judgment on it as art as I’m not qualified to. As a lifelong feminist who has read A Vindication of the Rights of Women, I feel vaguely qualified to comment on it as a tribute to Wollstonecraft and her ideals: it sucks giant donkey balls.

“I demonstrate my equality with men by taking my titties out.” -Mary Wollstonecraft

I’m not a superfan but have been known to watch My 600 Pound Life. Of all the enablers and other family members/friends that I’ve seen on these shows, the worst was a woman who would savagely belittle and pretentiously lecture her 650 pound sister while standing there weighing about 350. I was like “damn bitch, do you…