Funny you should ask...

Burn it to the ground. It’s surprising enough she got a conviction out of a football player in Texas. Hopefully she gets fuck-you rich off of this and these football factories masquerading as places of learning might think twice before minimizing a victim of the environment they created.

Dramatic Reenactment.

I doubt Trump could even tell you what his trade positions are beyond “We need to win trade!”

Listen, I know this is cynical as shit, but: I doubt as many as 10% of Trump’s voters could even tell you what his trade positions are.

This piece shows a staggering amount of self-delusion regarding the political economy of the media.

I give David Brooks a lot of shit, but i’d rather take him to dinner and watch him cry into his sprouts than spend 5 silent minutes with Nick Kristof.

Again, this is why we can’t have nice things.

Not when you’re cramped into a tiny seat at jury duty for two hours waiting to be excused and some bitch ass dude’s leg is rubbing yours.

As a person who wears glasses and probably can’t get home from wherever-it-is without them: bless you. Those little tiny screwdrivers and the extra screws are so easy to lose.

I hate to admit it but not all. I had a small bicycle tire patching kit all the way to graduate school and still carry a vial-like thing that contains what you need to fix glasses though I never rode a bike to school and don’t wear glasses. I also have a heat reflective sheet which though it could be used for me, is…

My 34 y/o coworker stuck his fingers in his ears and went “lalalala” when he overheard me tell my boss I’d gotten an email from the editor of Journal of Menstrual Studies (we work at a scholarly publisher, there was a good reason). I asked him what he was going to do when his fiancee moved in, which was happening…

Our company has little baskets in each stall with a variety of flow options (aside from Super, which I bring from home) which is AWESOME in case I’m running from meeting to meeting and can’t get to my desk to grab one. But it’s made me so complacent that I left the house without any one day while out running errands…

I was sitting next to a manspreader *at the DMV* yesterday. There were no other seats, I was B128 and they were on B103 (plus they had a queue for A, C, D, E, and fucking F) so giving up my seat to stand was not advisable. It was definitely not sexy.

This thinking, right here, is why we cant have nice things.

My workplace stocks tampons for us in the bathroom. This guy is better than my older male coworker who stopped by the box of tampon boxes in the storage room and incredulously guffawed, “Ugh. Should I also bring in a box of jock itch cream?!”

Even if it is just a way for him to interact with the ladies, I’ll take “guy who isn’t creeped out by my period and packs heat in his fanny pack” over “guy who tells me I’m hot” EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK!!!

I think this sounds odd because we’re used to guys not giving AF about anyone. I’ve walked around with kleenex, tampons, a small first aid and sewing kit since I was a teen and no one has ever found it weird.

Whatever. I love him. Lots of girls and young women do experience shame and embarrassment and yes, stigma around periods. He’s clearly aware of this and wants to help. He’s young and (over)enthusiastic maybe, but I can’t find it in me to snark at someone who seems to be genuinely trying to do a good thing.

On one hand, why would I ever ask a man for a tampon in the first place? And on the other, that’s cool, let him pay for them (and the accompanying merchandise tax). I guess?