I know :)

Also, life is unavoidably political for those of us who aren't straight, white, able-bodied, men. I wish it wasn't. That would be fucking awesome.

I think that this can be particularly true when traveling to foreign countries. I mean, I am a woman that travels on my own at times and have spent time in some less than egalitarian countries. I would want to know if a place is noticeably misogynistic or maybe feminist-friendly or whatever. Banning this kind of…

Oh I agree there are lots and lots of terrible doctors out there, especially GPs (working in the health sector for 8 years will do that to you) but I just mean bringing up reproductive health with a dude GP is like trying to talk about the complexities of internet forums with my parents. I am sure there are a few out…

I don't get why hormonal birth control is consistently recommended as though it is the only form of birth control. There are multiple barrier methods for women, non-hormonal IUDs, and for those who know they don't want children or any more children, sterilization. Hormonal birth control has side effects that are…

Ha! Do I know you? I think for A LOT of people I was the beatlemaniac friend who introduced them to the music. I was born in 1964 and when I was in my teens, many of my friends did not know the name of each of the Beatles. Often they knew the songs, but didn't realize who they were by.

Actually she's right. The kids might (might, depending on what olds they live with) know "Yellow Submarine" or, more likely, "Twist and Shout" because it's in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, but they have no idea who individual Beatles are, let alone which one was cute. But they've never heard of Heather Mills, either, that…

I am a big time tv/movie crier (Grey's Anatomy every week, I'm like Holly Hunter in Broadcast News, basically), but rarely have I uncontrollably lost it like I did when Charles Brandon died on The Tudors. Full on sobs, and the only words I could get out were "it was never about the women! It was a buddy show!"

This kid has been paraded around since they were 4 years old. Sad.

Omg I watched The Fault in Our Stars on a plan ride a few months ago and was ugly crying for about an hour. Plane lighting is not flattering and this was an 8 hour flight so I avoided eye contact with the flight attendants after that.

Oh god, I was not allowed to watch nature programmes when pregnant after I completely lost it one evening. My husband must have thought someone in my family had died, but it was a hippo mother who left behind an adorable hippo baby. I was crying so hard I couldn't speak.

You want to see me ugly cry have me read the last pages of A Tale Of Two Cities.

I don't much have personal meltdowns but I can totally sob over a film or book too. The most I've ever sobbed my heart out was while watching Truly, Madly, Deeply which is essentially a comedy. I was blessedly alone for that one. The most publicly embarrassing one was on a bus. I was taking a fairly long haul trip and…

I watched that scene while my boyfriend was conveniently away on a trip with his parents, and I sat in my apartment alone, cried hysterically, and drank looooots of wine. I've never been so hysterical over television, but sweet Jesus...I also have the biggest girl crush on Natalie Dormer.

I wish that, too, and do not know! I've been looking at the sub-blogs and there is so ESO-FUCKING-TERIC stuff with it's own blog (well, maybe just to me. I cannae speak for all!)

Chica, that made me laugh so hard. I once had a meltdown after watching an episode of Dance Academy where one of the main characters died. Like so loud I scared the cat.

Oh honey.

This is another interesting post about the evolution of dogs over the past century. My GSD looks more like the old school version and people and constantly telling me she's too skinny. https://dogbehaviorscience.wordpress.com/2012/09/29/100…

This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.

as a too-old-to-throw-tantrums child, 8 or 9, after a day hiking, Dad would not let me bring my walking stick home in the car. My filthy, rotting, branch I'd been using as a walking stick. Complete meltdown, screaming sobbing in the mud;