Didn’t listen to it, but the basics of changing a tire are:

the Dixie Chicks especially still aren’t getting the respect they deserve, Fly and Home are perfect albums.

You know, the weird thing is I don’t judge other women for having mombod. I don’t think they are lazy or flabby or ugly. It’s just my body that I hate. I think that’s where you run into trouble with expressing this feeling - other women feel judged when a woman is frank about how she feels about having a completely…

While I am fully aware that it is societal pressure and internalized misogyny that makes me feel this way - I hate my mombod. It’s something I am ashamed of. The extra skin, the fat thighs, my stretched out disgusting tits. I hate it. When people compliment me on “getting my figure back already!!” I am aghast that…

Everyone can flame Chill Pope all they want, I’m just happy to see some progression at the head of Christianity. Why do we have to shit on all progression by way of saying “you’re not as progressive as I want, so fuck you”? We should be applauding each step uber-conservatives make for the sake of encouraging more…

I think what made the Gilbert character so unforgettable in the minds of many girls and boys is that he represented a very underrated image of masculinity. He was gentle, selfless, sincere, and devoted (much like Matthew Cuthbert). He wasn’t a bumbling oaf, a brawny hunk, a marginalized nerd, or an over-the-top…

Narcissistic POS. Its her not me. This is not a man. He is a eunuch. Marriage is work, sometimes easy and sometimes a chore, but always work. She is another human being, not your shadow. She has feelings and foibles like everyone else. Self-pitying whiner with no compassion and very little love. Your partner is the…

Guys, I take like, five different medications. Six, if you count my birth control pills. My vitamin and mineral supplements might also be personality-changing. I’m also from British Columbia, Canada, which is essentially just a raft of weed floating above sea level, off the coast of Alberta (so, y’know...). You’d tell…

OK, so let’s say someone on SNAP chooses to use their food stamps for one massive blow out dinner, and gets filet mignon and lobster, with caviar and chocolate covered strawberries. (They’d have to get the champagne with cash, since you can’t buy alcohol on food stamps in most places.) You know what happens to that…

Then ban it for everybody. Nobody gets soda or Little Debbie. Otherwise, it’s just about punishing poor people.

It’s foolish to people who have the luxury of stepping back and considering the long term effects of dietary choice because the immediate concern of filling hungry bellies is not an issue. To someone going hungry anything with calories is going to serve the need of keeping them going. More importantly the dividing…

I would love to see an article about motherhood and identity that wasn’t always directly related to economy. I’m very happy that the author was able to find herself through trips to Beirut, but the majority of people who are full-time moms aren’t doing it as some sort of a luxurious choice where they get to decide…

It’s cool, you can join our group. We’re the World’s Okayest Moms- and we’ve got the mugs to prove it. (sorry that the picture is giant and fuzzy) Here’s your welcome bouquet.

I was devastated to find out I was pregnant. No scared but excited, straight up in total despair. I did not want to be pregnant, did not want to have a baby, but for some reason beyond explanation I decided to go with it and obviously now that my daughter is here I wouldn’t trade her for the world (most days. I was…

CAFTANS ARE THE PERFECT ARTICLE OF CLOTHING!

I know. If someone told me they didn't have a dog because they don't want one, I wouldn't reply "ohhhh, come on. Deep inside you probably do want a dog, you should really get one. You'll love it once you have it!" And yet, people do it with kids, which are 20x more responsibility and work than a dog. (and yes, I…

The relative ease is something that a lot of people with the time, money, and inclination to cook seem to forget in all this. When you've worked a 12 hour shift and just want to get home to your kids, swinging by and picking up mcdonalds or a box of mac n cheese is always easier and guaranteed not to cause a fight. …

It's also about the fact that cheap, tasty, bad-for-you junk food may well be one of the few pleasures (and least bad ones at that) available for people dealing with the stress of poverty. It's a hell of a lot easier to make healthy choices that prioritize the long term when you're not having to constantly panic over…

Faith is not a consumer choice. I wish I had a better way of explaining this to people, because that simple statement does not seem to work.

I'd be angry at my partner's duplicity. But the child I raised? All its life? That is my fucking kid whether it has my DNA or not.