Except that we'd windup with a banana republic populated entirely by heavily-armed religious zealots on our doorstep. That would be like living next door to Syria. Do you want that? I don't.

They don't, or rarely, that's the thing. I've heard OBs talk about this, and one of them said that in any other circumstance they would treat these as high-risk pregnancies due to the very things that cause women to not know their pregnant, i.e. spotting, little to no weight gain, and little to no fetal movement. If…

3...2...1.... for Bey to light this motherfucker on fire.

I love me a wine-induced solo dance party in my kitchen of a weekend night.

#notallferarriowners

I'm sure she approves of their fiscally-responsible courthouse wedding.

Note to TV and movie executives everywhere: if you have to be racist to do your job, find another job.

Those are just Catholics, although even they don't believe that anymore.

No, just you were. The rest of the commenters, and indeed the entire article, was talking about a host of human rights that women are routinely denied.

When I got strep throat in Ireland I had to pay 100 euro cash for a throat culture and had to twist the doctor's arm to give me a script for an antibiotic (I've had strep a billion times, I know what it feels like). That's about 2x what I would have had to pay for the same service in the US, just to throw in some…

Cool story, Chet.

Behavior on private property is always subject to rules and obedience of them. If you really object to the backwards mindset, here's a revolutionary thought: don't go there. Don't give them your money. Stop driving a car or heating your house with oil. Abjure yourself of all petroleum-based products until the US…

Oh that's nice. I do like a story with influential women encouraging other women to take a risk and do something bold and daring. There's so much cutting down and backstabbing, its nice to see the opposite for a change.

Oh I had no idea that was Amy Adams (I had to look up who she played). Drop Dead Gorgeous is one of the funniest movies I've ever seen. The last clip with the teenage beauty queens going berserk and ripping apart the shuttered pageant HQ is just brilliant.

What "individual rights" would those be, on private property, in a country that is not the United States?

Or like a hijab and an abaya, which are two different things. Neither one of them is a chador, and none of those three is a burqa.

When you're on their property? Yes it does.

Her profile says nothing about being a professor of robotics.

Her profile says nothing about being a professor of robotics.

Where is the churlishness coming from? She seems like an interesting lady who is doing some pretty neat stuff with her life.

Walk away from it. Seriously. If your friendship at this point is delivering more pain than enjoyment, fade out. What's to be gained by being miserable?