If it were to be in any course curriculum, I would guess it would be in professional responsibilities. They probably leave it out because...wow, talk about rarely prosecuted.

Likewise, I graduated in 1991 as well (high five) and I assumed it was a typo. Also, that indictment is a big, ol’ fact. The whole story is kind of wild.

I love that she was his regular waitress and then one day she just said, “you know I’m single, right?” and gave him her number. Boom. I have a feeling my life would look a little different if I had a tiny bit of Erika Jayne in me. Goals.

Erika Jayne is going to be a gift, I can just feel it. She doesn’t seem to have anything to prove to anyone and she seems to give zero fucks about what people think about her. Of course, I say this only having seen her on my TV for 8 minutes, but still...

I’ve also found interesting discussions by following @feminist_tinder and @womanist.buzzkill on Instagram.

The most I worried about back then was one of them spitting in my face. I remember wishing and hoping one would get physical so I could unleash my unbridled rage on them. I share your loathing, sister.

I used to be a clinic defender too. I started in the 80s during the summers of Operation Rescue (remember them? Ugh). It dawned on me yesterday while I was reading this story that it’s 30+ years later and clinic defenders are no longer necessary; just kevlar vests and armored tanks. Can you believe this shit?

Long, slow clap. SO MUCH YES to this. I knew your comment would bring out the...element...that it did, but I’m grateful that you did it anyway.

It doesn’t conveniently fit their narrative. The “quest for the truth” isn’t their journey.

I hear you, except I don’t think have to withhold labeling him a terrorist while blindly ignore past precedent and waiting to get the full low down on this monster. If this was the first or second incident of violence directed at women’s reproductive rights, then yeah, maybe we should reserve judgment until all of the…

Mother fuck.

All of this. I just came to chime in and say almost exactly what you did. First, I’ve gotten cases knocked out just by asking the plaintiff at deposition whether he/she ever complained to HR and put the company on notice of the conduct complained of. I then pull out the handbook and after confirming their receipt of…

I had NO IDEA and “fuck no” is right. Two in high school and 1 in middle school. I’m just now starting to see the light and this shop is closed. Fucking hell.

Ever since the OC began this season, I’ve decided to just own my unbridled RH excitement from now on. I’m out there with it. “Hi, Everyone. I’m Stpauliegrl, and I’m fiercely addicted to my weekly hour-long escape to paradise via the Real Housewives franchise. I don’t have any shame about it, though. In fact, I intend…

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Oh my god, I thought the exact same thing! None of them called her out on it and ding! ding! ding! that’s the root of the problem. So how about being friends and rallying around her and encouraging her to seek help and try to figure out WHY she can’t be alone? Sheesh.

Totally! As someone who is passably intelligent and by all appearances seems to have her act together (it’s just quality acting), I was cheated on about 7 years ago and can speak to those days where it was flaming f’ing obvious he was lying to me and I turned a blind eye. My gut knew it but I was unwilling to accept…

Sweet Jesus, I completely forgot about this f’ing podcast! What a GIFT! My dogs are going to drop so many lbs now that you reminded me of this. There’s a part of me that really wants to see Vicki stay on the show until the bitter end. I get it, Vicki yelled at all of them and accused them of not being loyal to her,…

Then laugh at your own “malady” but don’t do it at the expense of someone else’s. Sharing someone’s health condition doesn’t give you a license to make a fucking joke about it. Did you watch the press conference? If you did watch it and still chose to make that kind of comment after hearing the pain in that man’s…

The worst is working while pregnant with your second or third. My god, I’ve never been so utterly exhausted in all my life. I would come home from work, lay down on the floor with my 15 month old, and I would pass out within minutes. Then I would make dinner somehow, gag it down or not eat at all, give him a bath and…