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Daniel, did you ever wonder why you didn’t testify in court? Did your attorney explain it to you?

Prince wrote AND sang the song; Sinead’s version is pathetic in comparison.

Then I’m surrounded, because I’m emotionally and psychologically harmed by the “benign” racist shit that comes out of my white coworkers’ mouths daily, from the “You remind me of ‘Being Mary Jane!’” to “my parents put us in private school when busing started in Cleveland because the bussed kids (all minorities) were

As a professional button pusher this, too, is my favorite kind of being “correct”. There will never be a day that the phrase, “Well... She is right,” will not make me smile. OK, fine: Smirk.

Just go into it with a sense of adventure and the idea that all of it is kind of a game. A cross between charades, hide-and-seek, birding, dealing with hazardous materials and/or toxic waste, dodgeball and Simon Says.

Has she ever done any work in childcare? Even babysitting? Because, while fun, that’s not exactly what it’s like...

I know two babies with such hair. It’s amazing to be able to style someone so tiny, AND HAVE IT STICK cuz they have “real hair”.

That’s always my first question: How are we defining these terms? I need to know that before I can opine...

Full-on rage eye: “without a valid reason”.

But... aren’t you looking for soft pussy in every other context? Don’t you, as a hetero male, fucking LOVE soft pussy?

But none of those things can be fixed by providing Kesha a remedy she’s not legally entitled to.

Depends on the engagement. Big corporate clients, banks, insurers, etc., have stopped paying for that shit.

There’s a wonderful song by Olu Dara, entitled “Your Lips”. Clearly, it was written about this woman’s beautiful mouth.

i don’t look at mine. auto-debit. so long as The Man gets his monthly allotment, we never have to talk, the loans don’t exist and the segment of my income they take away also does not exist. see! magic.

Clearly my decision not to be a mother has been supported by my body because I was absolute shite at taking my birth control, from age 16 until my early 30s. Late, not at all, doubling-up, mis-counting, skipping the placebos, vomiting them up... Reading your story, and the follow-ups - I’ve been luckier than I

It was deeply satisfying to me, because what was shown validated literally every Nigerian who had every approached me in the States, claiming I resembled a “cousin”. Whom I did, in fact, resemble - pretty much every time. Apparently, it’s “true”: A large percentage of my genetic heritage appears to be Yoruban.

<pursed lips, shaken head>

They’re not addressed by the law that restricts bathroom use based on “assigned gender at birth”. Are you unaware that this could potentially change in intersex people? Or denying they exist?

DON’T FORGET THE INTERSEX.