I spent way too long yesterday looking at pictures of Sasha and Malia Obama’s amazing official wardrobes. They have both grown into such lovely, poised young women! I can’t imagine growing up under that level of scrutiny and carrying the burden of representing your family and your nation while dealing with normal…

Unfortunately we have lots of systemic problems with our justice system here. Disproportionate numbers of Aboriginal people are incarcerated and the RCMP has been screwed up since forever. I think we both need to look elsewhere for inspiration!

I just had a flash-forward to my most plausible apocalypse scenario so far. Thanks!

me tooooo! It was lovely to be a full-colour commenter there

Finally, a reason to wear my wedding dress again!

I figured it was just assumed, like how the Dems can’t pass legislation and then the GOP blames Obama for being ineffective. That’s how politics work for them, right? Deflect, block and attack?

Someone is just way too excited to finally put their BA in history to use!

Happy to spread joy!

Right? It’s an instinct. I’m not a mom but I’ve been in some very tense situations where my personal safety and the safety of others for whom I was responsible was at risk, and the absolute worst thing you can do is to start panicking. If you have the presence of mind, you keep your shit together. Even if you don’t…

As a paramedic, I’ve seen people exhibit all phases and varieties of a stress response and as I watched the video her demeanour didn’t strike me as unusual at all. She remained poised but was obviously distraught. It wasn’t until I read the comments that I realized some people thought she was “calm” and were using…

It’s more than my BA cost

Right?? Like birth is any less bloody or disgusting.

I think if the underlay went right to the hem it would be better? Either way she looks phenomenal and I’m glad she isn’t in a shapeless magenta blob dress.

Can confirm “right, good” as British attempt to smooth over a bad situation... First encountered this as a child when I accidentally kneed my British dad right in the nuts and that was the first thing he said after all the dramatics

I sing to myself when I’m doing something dangerous, just to ease the tension... “standing on a ladder/feels kinda shaky/no one here to catch me/if I fall and neck goes breaky” or “cooking with no shirt on, cooking bacon topless, grease is flying everywhere, maybe I should stop this”

Congrats?

The Mrs. moniker in general bugs the shit outta me... But then again it’s the easiest way to let everyone know which man a particular woman is owned by.

Or the fact that he wasn’t looking at her AT ALL?

Holy crap my vagina just sealed itself shut

Mid 60s? I feel like this is Guinness-worthy