“Maybe the next time I am being harassed at a bar, I’ll just face plant in the peanut bowl instead of saying I have a boyfriend.”

The part where Marge is so stressed that she’s started popping pills four years worth of pills in less than 100 days really did make me sad.

“Educate him” like a reverse mansplain??

I watched with my husband, and at the end, I asked him what he thought and it did not go well. I can’t remember the exact words—all I remember is static?—but at one point he accused me of trying to “educate him” and said it felt “unrealistic.”

Well, there’s also this difference: Patients Cared For By Female Doctors Fare Better Than Those Treated By Men

“Diagnosis: Stylish” did make me laugh out loud, so I guess I am part of the problem.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand the desire to support a religion that actively hates you. Cognitive dissonance is a hell of a drug.

Two things:

Ivanka has it in her head that she has to defend Trump no matter what, because he’s her father but she knows exactly what he is. But she’s been raised to be a good little team player so she’ll cheer him on no matter what he does.

“As good fortune would have it, we had a bodyguard that summer,” she writes. They persuaded their bodyguard to buy lemonade, and then their driver, and then the maids, who “dug deep for their spare change.” The lesson, she says, is that the kids “made the best of a bad situation.”

The thought of someone raping Little Miss Sunshine is giving me the worst cross of murderous rage and horrific sadness. Take care sweet Abagail.

yeah, my family reacted really poorly and I regret ever telling them. Better to not have support because you choose it yourself than to not have support because the people who supposedly are supposed to love and care for you just don’t.

I knew how hurt my family and friends would be after finding out and I didn’t want to put them through that.

What I thought was just stress and exhaustion from my significant other having surgery and me sleeping in a hospital for 8 days...

I gave birth last Saturday, when I was only 25 weeks along, because my high blood pressure turned into preeclampsia and then HELLP syndrome in a matter of days. Original plan was to keep me at the hospital for as many weeks as possible before delivery, but my labs turned bad and then worse and doctors think I would…

I finished my thing finally. It was supposed to be a fairly quick project to take a break from my bigger one, but my toddler is being a little butt about going to bed so I haven’t had any time to work on it.

Mind blown on the update. (A) He made these comments before a jury of 11 women and 3 men. But today (B) they found him not guilty. I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

Excuse me while I snort my birth control off my desk.

fucking right though

“on one issue”