My mom is a historical romance writer, and I never got into the genre because I couldn’t deal with the idea of sex scenes written by my mother lol. She thought it was funny though.

The lengths women will go to keep people from knowing that they poop knows no bounds. I just get into poop standoffs and sit there until whoever is in there with me leaves. They go a long time sometimes, the longest I’ve documented is 7 minutes.

I’ve only ever seen her stuff at places like Marshalls or TJ Maxx or on amazon. Before all this trump president fever dream nightmare, I sort of equated her brand as slightly down market than Jessica Simpson (I will admit to owning more than few Jessica Simpson dresses).

I read historical romances in middle/early high school and would carry them with me, read them wherever, with the great cover art on display for everyone to see. I remember being mildly embarrassed, but not enough not to check out 5 at a time from the library and would reluctantly show them to my mom when she asked…

Ahahha I did a book report on The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons in 10th grade, and wrote all about Russians under blockade but left out the sex parts too. Thankfully the teacher never caught on.

I remember reading an adult book in 9th grade for a book report and I found out the hard way that one of the ways the teacher would test if we had read it was by randomly flipping to a place in the book, reading a paragraph, and asking us what it was about. I was panicking the whole time that she would flip to one of…

Well since you’ve RUINED EVERYTHING by eliminating both Flowers in the Attic and Peyton Place, Rachel, I guess I’ll go with Thorn Birds, Riders, and Addicted. Just trash the hell outta this hotel suite, you know?

I read The Witching Hour for a book report in the 7th grade. I left out the sex in my presentation to the class and focused on the family history and the ghost. My teacher said that it sounded interesting and she was going to put it on her personal list to read over the summer.

Yes; the Walker’s response is a classic non-apology (“I’m sorry I didn’t realize you’d feel that way” is not “I’m sorry that I did this”). They need to learn to do better, and to take responsibility when they make an error.

I was pretty pissed that the Walker didn’t consult any of the Mdewakanton Sioux at all before installing the piece. In the article in CityPages (our local free alt-weekly) the Walker’s director comes off pretty poorly, imo. http://www.citypages.com/arts/genocide-and-mini-golf-in-the-walker-sculpture-garden/424797173

Thank you for that perspective. I didn’t realize that. I usually welcome controversial art, but if this structure was art-as-playground, it would seem to trivialize any of the self reflection amongst white people that the artist seemed to want.

One thing I feel like is missing from these comments and the article. Is that the sculpture was pushed as “part playground.” Can you imagine installing a replica of a Nazi crematorium in the same way and not consulting any Jewish groups?

Queen Elizabeth lived through the London blitz and at 19 worked as a driver and mechanic in the ATS.

Interestingly enough, champagne popsicles is Ivanka’s recommended cure for yeast infections under the ACHA.

“I’m always like, “but why?”” Yes. And the sheer hassle of changing your name is a nightmare, regardless of any other feelings about it. Every credit card, your checkbook, your bank cards, your work e-mail address, your paychecks, your social security card....I mean.....what’s even in it for a woman? Ugh. Glad I…

Yes yes yes to all of this. It’s the patriarchy that is the issue, not individual women. But awareness of where the desire for the name change comes from is an important one. Why? Because men are not sitting there hemming and hawing and worried about changing or not changing their names. That kind of tells you…

Considering that shitlord has -without question- emboldened all of the white supremacist hate groups throughtout his entire Presidential run, using rhetoric of hatred towards ethnicity’s that aren’t white, yeah, he’s a big fucking problem.

Dictators have this thing about not laughing at themselves. Always keep in mind, Hitler was considered a mustachioed funny little loon in 1928, the laughter ended in 1933.  

Preach. My mother never changed her last name (married my dad in ‘73) and it was always “weird” to everyone. Growing up, all of my classmates thought it was bizarre that my parents had different last names and it confused the heck out of school and camp officials. My mom also held a life-long grudge because when she…