Yeah, I’m confused about that as well. I’ve never seen The Chi, but I wasn’t blown away by any of his other perfeomances. Was he that irreplaceable and integral to the plot? And if he was, why not assign a minder to follow him and  keep the women around him safe?

And I wonder if doctors will be refusing residencies and moving out of state, considering they could potentially lose their license for removing a non viable fetus during a miscarriage. 

So basically GA hates women so much they are willing to cripple their own economy.

OMG a daily blow out and scalp massage! 

Yeah, one of my uncles was a combat veteran who was the kindest and happiest man. I don’t have any memories of him that he wasn’t smiling or laughing. I didn’t experience half the horrors he did, but I spent years in therapy and I’m still prone to deep bouts of anger and depression. I’m in absolute awe of people who…

Why do rich people have such awful hair and makeup? If I were rich, I’d be flying Jonathan Van Ness in to do my hair and getting skin treatments every week

We totally should have a meetup!

When I was super broke I lived on Ramen noodles and still can’t bear to try actual authentic ramen for the same reason

I live in KC, and when I mention that in 10 years I lived in LA, 95% of woman I knew gave birth at home or in a birthing center attended by midwives, I get massive eye rolls.

I live in midtown in a large city. I just checked to see how long my 9 minute commute would be via public transport, and it’s an hour and 8 minutes and requires 2 transfers and quite a bit of walking. 

I live in MO and when writing my legislators, I’ve been stressing the negative economic impact the abortion ban will have. I know they don’t give 2 fucks about women dying 

I remember Trump getting absolutely skewered by both Spy and New York magazine over this 

My uncle started dating his SIL after his wife passed, but they were both in their 70s, so I think it was more about companionship than getting busy. I think it would have squicked me out if they were 30, but I can’t begin to imagine the level of grief they experienced losing a wife of 50 years and their only  family…

Yeah, there’s very few celebrities that rank like that. My dad was seated across from Mohammed Ali on a flight. It was in the mid 70s , when he was pretty much the most famous man on the planet. Everyone in the section just stared at him in awed silence.

I’m sure I’ve posted about this before, but there was an amazing episode of “This American Life” about a former monk who helps victims sue the Church. The Church makes it virtually impossible for law enforcement or victims to access info. All their personnel records in Latin, and they use some kind of arcane…

A Catholic colleague told me she really can’t understand why people are leaving the Church for the actions of men. I said, “The abuse is horrible, but the coverup was much much worse.” I was raised Catholic and there’s times I miss going to to Mass, but I can’t justify giving a penny to an organization that actively…

Even chicken pox suck and cause complications! I caught it in kindergarten and I remember being really sick in addition to just horribly itchy. I got it in my eyes, and 30 odd years later, my eye doctor told me he could see damage consistent with a viral infection.

Totally agree. I tried to tell someone that half my grandparents’ and great grandparents siblings didn’t live to adukthood because of flu and childhood disease, and they looked at me like I was insane. My MD wouldn’t give me the pnemoccal vaccine because I’m not in a high risk group and had never had it. I caught it…

I worked for a bar manager who would tell anyone who approached him to complain, “I will absolutely listen,   but I just want to let you know up front that it’s against our policy to ever offer refunds or discounts.” 90% of the time they would just walk away.

I’ve never heard of this Jason Lee either. I’d read that that Mallrats Jason Lee had moved to a small town to protect his kids, so I couldn’t figure out why he would do this nonsense to someone else’s.