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I had a post-partum doula for a few weeks after my kid was born (no family nearby). On several occasions, I left him with the doula and just sat in a coffee shop so that I could enjoy some quiet and relative normalcy. Surprisingly, I still love him to pieces and at almost-two he is very attached to me. It's almost

Okay Ricky Rescue what would you have done? I’d wager you would be in the ninety something percent of people who just shouts from shore. People want to tell themselves they are heroes, but usually when push comes to shove... most folks just stand around yelling “Do something! Help them! Save them!” They yell with

Okay but that’s if you’re taking the definition of crying as the production of tears. It could also mean to call out which would make sense in the context of the song because he is talking about a sound.

Women shouldn’t be forced to do the emotional labour of it, but it’s not like no women want to do it. I think the problem is just when women are asked to drop everything and give an hour of their personal time to do that—I don’t see a lot of women getting frustrated with the thought of talking about this stuff if

I don’t watch these shows, but it’s pretty hypocritical to sue when you chance upon footage of your husband’s death because you were watching the show. So when it’s anyone else’s suffering, it’s entertainment, but when it’s your husband, suddenly it’s horrific.

Finally white men will have their say on women’s equality. They’ve come a long way, baby. *leaves Earth, never to return*

One of the WIFI networks by my house is named FBI SURVEILLANCE VAN and my mother came to be in a right state of panic about it. It only took her a moment after I asked her if she REALLY thought an FBI van would a) name their WIFI that and b) sit outside a house in a small town in ONTARIO? She felt pretty silly but boy

My very first time smoking weed is not a great story, as it is boring, but the most recent time I smoked weed (after a loonnnng time not doing it) is a fantastic one. My wife and I and another couple went back to our house to drink after being at a cover band’s show at a bar. I stayed sober so that I could drive us

You should be put in jail for not making this “NOT a DEA Agent”

High school Last day before winter break. We went to someone’s house and did gravity hits for the first time. As soon as I took it I knew something was wrong. This was different.

I know. I saw the cover and was like “Jennifer Aniston? Did I wake up in 1996?”

“We give each other compliments. He’ll say, “You look beautiful,” or “That looks great.” Or I’ll say, “I don’t know about this outfit,” and he’ll say, “No let’s change that.” And I’ll absolutely say to him, “You know what? No T-shirts.” [Laughs]

The old joke

I enjoyed when she let the (mostly fake) “twee bubbly pop star” persona down and showed her more jaded side (like when she advises singers to get lawyers, says she wishes she’d written the Friends theme song just for the royalties, and would tell her 19 year old self to be prepared to get slut-shamed - all more

Better than that museum is visiting an actual villa inside Pompeii and being able to touch a mosaic or fresco, even though you shouldn’t, but this is Italy. Walking through Pompeii is probably the best thing I’ve ever experienced that didn’t involve sex or perfectly-made Chilean empanadas.

That beats accidentally digging up Plague Pits.

If you are not planning on immediately firing your gun, then you shouldn’t put bullets into it.

I like knowing who the Piece of Shit of the Day award goes to before 9am; thanks Jez!

May he always have low battery. May his socks slip down his feet. May he always need to sneeze but never quite manage it. May he shart whenever he farts. May he step on lego.

omg Harper- the star of what is probably my fav celeb baby pic ever: