As long as they keep the "Be A Man" song in, then I'm okay with this.

I am President of the 100% correct but unwilling to continue the argument for the sake of winning club. it's a long name so we generally just say "whatever" with an eye roll.

#racetogether

While I don't wear anything on my head for religious reasons, I frequently wear bandannas on planes to hide how messy my hair will get as I sleep. Only rarely am I ever asked to take them off, which has convinced me the times I am asked are bullshit.

It's okay. They don't know what it is either.

oh my god the sun tho

This is an interesting issue that came up in my personal life because I have Asperger's Syndrome. That is a neurological disorder, sort of autism at the high-end of the functioning scale. It affects mostly males, last I read was something like ninety to ninety-five percent of those with AS are male.

Ha, ha ha, haaaa. Try being a female scientist half way to a Ph.D in plant genetics, trapped in a conversation about GMOs at a party with some white guy with dreads. The layers of insult and irony in this scenario, which is somehow a fixture of my life....

You know why there's the old joke that "my wife is never 'wrong'?" BECAUSE SHE'S PROBABLY NOT. It's true in my marriage anyway (my husband admits this often...not that it helps in a disagreement).

I'm sure there is no way complaining about glitter bombs could lead to more glitter bombs. No. Way.

Oh. My. Goodness. I never thought to send glitter bombs to Anti-Choicers. I'm going to start doing this. Awesome!

Is it me, or do all the good stories involve Red Sox fans?

At least you owned the shirt. There's a very particular brand of panic when you get stuck in the item of clothing you're trying on in the dressing room of the store.

My husband and I got engaged while hiking in RMNP. We then got married in Bootleg Canyon in Nevada, premiere downhill mountain biking. The ceremony was officiated, we got suited up and then we bombed that fucking hill like pros. (Not really, I slid on my ass pulling my bike behind me most of the way because we were…

I was like, no, no, no—and then I saw the mom who has completely given up. It's so right on I can't breathe.

This could mean taking your pants off to eat a beautifully arranged cheese plate,

A few years ago some dear friends were getting married and I was their graphic designer - it was so much fun (really!) getting to do that, and they were super into having everything be branded for the wedding. We had strict graphic standards for the event.

Pinkham! Do you purposefully choose the most delicious looking photos you can find right before lunch time??

I'm going to make my daughters do "future feminists" photo shoots and have them burning bras and holding up pro-choice signs. My mother in law is going to love that!!

It looks like the cover of one of those cheesy YA books that horsey girls love. Sarah of Wasilla.