Hi Jezzies! What are you up to tonight? Netflix PSA - Best in Show and the Princess Bride are both streaming now, so that basically sums up my plans for tonight (adding in some time to pump breastmilk, enjoy a couple of glasses of champagne, and chill with my cranky 7 week old baby.)

I wish Scotland was warmer.

I recall with fondness the first time I was approached at night in Glasgow (outside The Tunnel, I confess) and asked to lend a “haunner” in a “pagger”.

As someone who possesses an accent like Willie from The Simpsons crossed with Begbie, I cannot comment. By the way. As we used to say in Glasgow.

Mental. Glasgow is emotionally mental.

That’s because there aren’t any.

Also depends on where you are from in Scotland. Everywhere but glasgow is emotionally repressed. Glasgow is not emotionally repressed. I know because I fucking live here.

We Scots fellas are also emotionally repressed. Until we have a drink. Then people just wish we were emotionally repressed.

This week also saw Scotland allow agender identification as a legal status (ie passports and such) and for trans folk they can change their gender on their birth certificate as easily as their name now (ie no more panels deciding whether or not a person is male or female).

every time i hear about it, i need to bleach my eyes and brains

Ours wants to bang his own daughter.

This is anecdotal, but I have been the person who found out their friends’ SOs were cheating and told them. Almost every time it happened, said friend would decide that somehow I was the asshole for “ruining their relationship.” I know the moral thing to do is be honest, but experience has taught me that people tend…

“You have value. You have worth. You are loved.”

You are a complete badass and I admire the hell out of you.

Yes, there are already child tax credits for custodial parents, and also there’s a ton of tax benefits that come with being married.

And as a person how chose not to have kids why should my taxes support another hand-out to parents?

Prefacing this by saying that I’m a picky jerk but....

I have a kid. And I have a job that is so far from my dream career it isn’t even funny, but it has good health insurance, pays the bills, and flexible time for childcare emergencies. You better believe I’m grateful as fuck to be able to show up every day.

This is a wonderfully written piece with a rather glaring error: you don’t owe your kids money, you owe it to the women who relied on their own income to clothe, house, and educate the children you love.

Get a real fucking job. Better yet, get two! You have the time because your kids don’t live with you!. You are a grown ass man, and the fact that you call yourself a writer does not excuse you from being responsible for the lives you created.