Tony Ortega does good work. I follow him on Twitter- Scientology gives me the CHILLS. The shit they pull to intimidate and harass ex members and critics is ridiculous, but so effective. Bananas.

Yep. I opened this one with a bit of trepidation. I was met with the best type of disappointment. Yay for adults and empathy and reasonable responses to terrible things.

This is immensely practical, reasonable and no one would judge you for it. A comfortable woman is a happy woman.

People are ridiculous. There’s always one person so fixated on breasts they hate being confronted with the fact that they have a function, it’s not sexual, and it’s not for their benefit. GROSS!

Named after a dude with the last name Lynch. Mr Lynch, Wikipedia informs me, was an abolitionist though. Shitty name, possibly decent human being.

I am guessing “I have people for that” figures hourly in her life.

No. It was Patrick.

Not fully committed to Sparkle Motion, eh?

I thought we were all supposed to be moving forward with that. I had my kid almost 20 years ago (OH HOLY SHIT I’M OLD NOW) and I was prepared for the worst. I was pleasantly surprised. People bent over backwards to indicate to me that they were enlightened humans who respected the breast. Like, they would deliberately…

Consider it a “stupid” tax. If they’re going to be malicious idiots, someone might as well make some coin off it.

Reality sucks yo

Which can be escalated to “Your face is racist.” and “Your mother is racist.” Isn’t that how schoolground scraps are conducted?

The “deficit” is code for welfare queens and malingerers sucking the lifeblood of the State. The deficit is because of all those people abusing the system and not at all anything to do with military, infrastructure, etc, etc.

But! BUT...I’m not like that! I wasn’t raised like that! IT’S NOT MEEEE!

Oh GOODIE! I get to introduce you to house hippos!

NO KIDDING! And, as hard as Sanderson tried, that last book in Jordan’s behemoth just didn’t make it feel like a natural end. I enjoyed it, but couldn’t engage in the same way.

I managed a work around for this by wearing stretchy dresses and tube skirts with leggings. Or my husband’s wool cycling tights. I carried high and have a bubble butt, so leggings worked for me. I would have bought maternity pants if I could have afforded it- but Maternity wear was such a racket at the time that $60…

It’s tough to find balance in an increasingly chaotic and busy world. You need to take more “me” time or you’ll burn out. Have you tried meditation?

As a synesthete, both “honkers” and “knockers” will make me giggle every time because my brain makes sure I hear both honking and knocking whenever I hear or read those words.

I take great pride in never having worn anything made for pregnant people. I just wore bigger stretchier things. If my gigantic boobs fell out, it was a bonus because till that time, I was barely an A cup and I was going to fucking celebrate. Also, we were poor and maternity clothing is a total rip off.