Yisss I’ll have to keep an eye out for 2017 when you come to my wee corner of Scotland. Maybe we could go to the cat cafe >o<

Oh! Sorry, screw what I said about mortgages and saving for them. Your goals are perfect and I support them. But maybe still consider the cat castle...

I don’t know what you’re saving for at the moment, but if you can manage without big expenses I say get that shit paaaaiiiiiiid! Fuck load debt, add a gold star to your credit score, and put yourself in a sweet financial position when it comes to getting a mortgage loan, car, massive cat castle with a drawbridge, etc.

This is a thing? This is a thing that happens??? I hope it’s still happening when I get back home next year.

This house runs on box wine, and I’m eyeballing my housemate to go get some from the local drive-through liquor store before it closes. I would go, but I just spend a big chunk of my weekly budget on Conservative Religion-approved modest clothing for my work. Mmmmm maxi skirts.

Your office mates’ stories are surely valid, but I’m sure you know some people love to share medical horror stories as a macabre badge of honour. Your body is going to need what it needs, but it’s likely it won’t be something medically dramatic at all. And I want to echo BoobPunch — do NOT let a doctor convince you…

Even with all the misogyny I’ve been encountering regularly the last few weeks as part of my job, something about seeing this picture makes me really want to rage cry. And my housemate and I are out of wine. WE’RE OUT OF WINE YOU GUYS.

It feels like it’s been a shit week to be a woman, even a woman with relative power. But I know a little lady who’s had her lady parts removed this week, and it was decided that my room would be the recovery suite. I thought you all might like to see a picture of her being the cutest kind of trooper:

No... wait, I think that’s wrong. It’s “the enema of my enemy is my frienemy.”

Yes please! I can just see the artwork of Lady Justice, holding a scale with women’s bodily sovereignty on one side, and a bunch of old white boners on the other.

What do you recommend for drinking yourself stupid? Do you mix yourself something special, or go for the wine/beer?

Can’t not link that!

YOUR EX IS A TUMOR

I want to thank all of you who gave me Red Lobster advice last week. Yes, I had MANY cheddar biscuits, and yes, I DID experience gastric distress! It was glorious.

I hereby deputise myself, on behalf of social scientists on the internet today, the authority to seize and withdraw your right to claim your argument is a ‘sociological’ one. Your questions don’t come from a sociological standpoint, they come from a male privileged slightly butthurt perspective, which is obvious from…

This is something I actually love about exegesis, either religious or literary, if it’s read as metaphor and personal grappling as it should be. Some theologians and religious scholars going back many centuries believe this is an important part of reading sacred text, including the Bible — reading the white space…

OK, you’re clearly enthusiastic and I was going to let this go, but I see you’re ejaculating all over the comments with this spunk so I can’t.

So angry. I’m so angry, I think the tears are turning right into steam.

Hello! Hi. Just a feminist woman married to an uncircumcised man, popping in to join the chorus: You’re wrong about everything. Good harmony, everyone else, see you again soon!

I was born in the US and my folks still live in the Suburban Northlands, but I rarely see them and I haven’t spend much time here, especially the south. The place in the US I’m most familiar with is NYC, and now I’m the region of Texas/Oklahoma/Arkansas. It’s a far cry from the UK, to me at least.