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I honestly think everyone is probably telling their own truths here. Truly. The fact that Kim Fowley was a terrible person is a pretty well known fact. I don’t doubt Jackie’s story for one second (in fact, as the recently posted Jez article from the author of the previous Runaways book notes, this is well in line with

It’s awesome cuz it’s true.

I actually said “Tylenol is bullshit” to my doctor. She laughed. Then shrugged.

Re: The “blissful” 2nd trimester: I want to punch those people in the face too. I’ve had constant headaches that radiate pain across my whole head since about week 16 (am 27 weeks now). Coffee helps a little. Tylenol does squat. Can’t take anything else. Ugh. I feel like people don’t want to hear you complain too much

Luckily I was warned about lightening crotch but baby girl is still breech, feet down, and therefore almost constantly kicking me in the cervix. I have an anterior placenta so I still can’t really feel other kicking (am 27 weeks) per se (although I do feel movement), just feel the kicking in the cervix. I’ll just be

It’s been hot where I live (Seattle) and no one has air conditioning, including us. I was so hot the other night. I started sobbing at about 1am and told my husband there was no way I’d make it another 14 weeks. He told me he’d buy me a portable air conditoner, so that scene you describe is familiar to me :)

I’m about to enter my 3rd trimester, so I haven’t even entered the difficult part yet and I. Hate. Being. Pregnant. I hate it. I’ve developed pelvic girdle pain that makes it hard to walk. I have developed gestational diabetes which means I have to poke myself 6 times a day with various kinds of needles. I have

My butt itches.

I really hated every time she said something like “Well, I know I shut down/am not a great communicator” and then he would repeat that to her - that her communication skills were bad. I was like, no, you just don’t fight like a psychopath like your husband. It felt a bit like gaslighting. I hope she has the support

I don’t really have a problem with my kid looking at depcitions of vaginas, TBH.

Dude. Do your research before lumping Chrohn’s in with some of those other “functional” diseases (meaning: there’s no physiological component to them and generally they are shorthand for “something’s not working right, but we don’t know what”). Chrohn’s has a physiological effect that can be seen during colonoscopies.

This is fantastic. I love her.

Ditto. That finale for her was just fine by me.

I was thinking maybe Peggy had her finale with her swagger into McCann, but maybe not?

Yeah awful. Hit home though because around the same time and around the same age (maybe a little older) my grandmother (who I never met) died of lung cancer. My grandfather was a doctor and the story goes he NEVER EVEN TOLD HER until she was basically on her death bed. Ugh.

As someone who loves dogs and deals with lots of cranky ones through volunteer work I do - I wish more people knew how to approach a dog. “Showing a hand first” isn’t the problem. The problem is reaching over the dog or leaning over the dog. Dogs see this as threatening behavior - EVEN THE ONES WHO “LOVE PEOPLE” or

I was 8 and in a ballet class. Black leotards and pink tights with headbands was the standard uniform. I started getting really creepy letters in the mail from a very disturbed grown man who apparently a) knew where I lived and b) had seen me at ballet practice and described what I looked like in detail. He never made

I find the woman who runs it to be pedantic and short-sided on some issues.

I hate Shakesville, but I always like to trot out this post whenever pro-lifers talk about what a great great option adoption is: http://www.shakesville.com/2009/03/breaki…. It might be the right choice for some, but it’s not for a myriad of reasons for lots of other women and their children.

Yeah, that’s upsetting. Pain is all in the head, really, even for people who take painkillers to cure it. And it’s all as real as anything else the brain does.