Especially since there's a patron saint for just about everything. Another favorite is Bridget, the patron saint of beer. As a home-brewer, that's a name I can get behind!

Ugggh. My 3rd grade teacher called me Jennifer all year. It's why I overreact a bit anytime someone calls me Jennifer.
Cheers,
an '84 Jessica.

Despite being a very much lapsed Catholic, I still have a thing for Saints names. I really want to name my future daughter Eulàlia after my grandma from Barcelona, but I feel like that might be incredibly cruel in an English speaking country.

I suppose you're right. The senate is for fancypants people.
That episode is one of my faves. Donna Noble/Catherine Tate is my spirit animal, and I may or may not have an adipose stuffed animal in the rear window of my car.

A minimum of one 9/11 reference is necessary for a congressional seat. A mention of syriaSYRIASyria Syrah? (Shiraz?) is good enough to win your Republic primary.

Pish. Every thinking person knows Topanga had it right.

When I was doing my MPH, there was an email sent out to the department by a faculty member that had the phrase 'school of pubic health'. Much fun was had.

Exactly. It's hard enough to get established in academia, ESPECIALLY for women.

My attitude has always been that I worked way too long and way too hard to be Dr. Lollywillowes, not Dr. Whothefuckdoyouthinkyouareasshole.

So it's okay for an album cover, but it's not okay for instagram? Are they worried about it being juxtaposed with some foodie's shot of a plate of sushi?

Manosphere? My poor data-crunching brain converted it to 'Manosaur', which seems appropriate considering how old this news is.
Both terms brought up mental images of hands in anatomically implausible places.

My OBGYN mother refused to ever buy them for me. When I was especially persistent, she was more than happy to go into details of the increased incidence of all sorts of nasty infections that she had seen when thongs became popular. It was illuminating. And thoroughly disgusting.

Tom Hiddleston in a bathtub? Because... science?

Any time I read/hear 'GOOP' I immediately think of some sort of highly vicous, overly processed food that makes a glooooop sound when it hits the plate (think primary school cafeteria mash potatoes of ambiguous origin).
In short, the sort of thing that the GOOP gestapo would clutch their pearls at in abject horror.

Modernist/Feminist bookworms united!

Thanks! :)

More puppy photos you say? I think we can manage that.

Not so much grumpy as just lacking dietary fiber.

I just... can't anymore.