I’m a childfree abortion care worker and I 100% support your right to have children. The tenets of Reproductive Justice are “the right to have children, the right to not have children, and the right to parent our children in a safe and sustainable environment.”

As someone who elected to be childfree by choice a long time ago, the pandemic also cemented that it was the right decision. I’m lucky in that NO family members have ever given me a hard time about it.

So your lower abdomen is where your vagina is now? No. And I don’t care if that’s their position, it is inaccurate and contributes to the “mystery” and dismissal of women’s bodies. Branding someone is horrible on its own -- no need to dramatize it by calling someone’s lower abdomen their vagina.

Hey Maria — please edit the use of “vagina” when describing where the A brand was carved into this poor woman. It is clearly on the very low abdomen near the groin. Nowhere near the vagina, and even if it was further south, it would be her vulva, not her vagina. The use of vagina here is both inaccurate and excessive.

Hm. An interesting passage, but it needs much more context to put this snippet in conversation with abortion care, women’s health, and abortion stigma writ large.

Wow, I feel famous-adjacent for getting a direct reply from you. Thanks for making my day!! :)

Six years is an eternity in any industry job. I’m glad you have those memories to draw from, hopefully more than the fools that ran the business into the ground. My spouse is in the industry and your experiences sound like the sh*t he would come home fuming about. He eventually had to step away from industry work (he…

Glad you got to get out of there and have the delicious knowledge she was not rewarded for bad behavior.

You being too busy to answer/return his calls, and him having to swallow his pride and call you multiple times, was probably even more damaging to him than any laughter you could have produced. This way, you’re just too busy being awesome to even bother with his desperate ass.

Yesssss.... that’s the best. What happened next? I’m only halfway through my popcorn!

OMG, this lady was also always on my ass about how I spent my time. It was a salaried job with no time clock, and most people worked 50 hours/week minimum. Yet she would “test” me by showing up to my office unannounced, or calling my office phone when she knew I was in a meeting elsewhere — we had those digital phones…

Yep, and she’s still there 4 years later, probably until she retires, because she was already getting up to that age.

What made this post extra-hilarious for me is that I went to school with all of the quoted ACTUAL paraolympians, and they are salt-of-the-earth, world-class-talented-but-would-never-bring-it-up-to-strangers type of people. To see that they’re dunking on this asshat in their private chats made me giggle uncontrollably.

Not the traditional seeing a coworker leave, but some great schadenfreude:

Sad to see Barf Bag go, but glad to know it is with hope there won’t be a need for Barf Bag.

Hilarious! I bet I’ve heard that line a thousand times and never blinked or thought about the context because... I lived near Peoria.

Joan, are you talking about Peoria, IL? I used to live near there and never heard anyone reference it before — are you from there? Seems like such a random place to discuss in a fashion post!

It would be great if the policy was overturned tomorrow, on Roe v. Wade’s 48th anniversary.

My dad was bragging about how he’s arguing with all of our anti-mask extended family members on facebook, saying stuff like “my kid has a PhD in this stuff, so I’m going to listen to her!” I don’t have facebook, so I don’t see it, but good on him and thanks for the brag, dad.

This was simultaneously cute, funny, exhilarating, awe-inducing, and terrifying. Happy Friday!