Yup. Mine is candy apple red. Vrooom!

Yeah, but this isn't so feasible if you have (or want to have) kids. It's kind of nice to have the other half of the child-rearing traveling sideshow available in the same house. Plus, I really like my husband (on top of romantically loving him). He's my bestie and I want him around. I think we should all just agree…

Start saving for a maid. Seriously, it is the single best thing anyone can do for their well-being. I'd rather cut my internet access (I don't even have cable) and cell phone before giving up my maid.

You may want that water gun for the dumbass nurse who tries to give your kid formula even though your birth plan specifies that you will breast feed your baby because she doesn't know what colostrum is/doesn't understand anything about breastfeeding. If you're planning to go that route, be forewarned!

No. It has nothing to do with funding and everything to do with a complete lack of ethics.

Nopenopenopenopenooooo. No man thighs please. Ew.

Agreed. Why did no one call the police?

Oh yeah!

Oh my god, you poor woman. I feel for you.

I beleive my exact words were "I feel so fucking fat and swollen and I ache so much and it's so hard to move I want to kill myself." So no, I didn't think "disfigured" per se, but I was feeling trapped in a lead-weight, funhouse version of myself.

Eloquently stated.

Being pregnant and gaining too much weight while pregnant (as I did, endangering my own health and that of my baby...borderline pre-eclampsia) aren't the same thing. How I wish I'd not eaten all of those heavily processed, toxic foods while I was pregnant. What I did to my body was totally disfiguring. But I only…

No, she isn't wrong at all.

Absofuckinglutely. I gained sixty pounds during my pregnancy and I was more than a bit disfigured; aching joints and muscles, badly swollen hands, ankles, feet, face...i just didn't look like myself or feel good at all. But I'm only judging myself and how I feelin my body, not applying any kind of standard to anyone…

Fucking ay. I waaaaaaant it.

It's just as bad (or worse) for visual artists. If I had a buck for every time someone asked me to use my visual arts abilities to "help them out," I'd never have to work again. This started when I was in about grade two ("Will you draw my book report cover?") and goes on just as much, if not more today ("Will you…

Yeah...but Canada. You know, commie pinkos and shit. ;-)

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes.

Hey, to them she's just another old who is not worth listening to.

Haha...but of course! Not opening myself to REDicule. ;-)