Like that stupid cake in the picture. God I HATE gender reveal stupid parties. It is the only thing about pregnancy that I HATE more than baby freaking showers.

Service animals have every right to be in the passenger area of a plane. A blind person can’t just have a drink or take a pill like any normal sane person. A soldier with ptsd that has an emotional support animal, yeah...exception.

Oh, man. The Left Hand of Darkness and The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia totally shaped my ethics when a friend recommended me them as a teenager. I am a totally different person because of them. I was blown away that she was the same author of The Wizard of Earthsea, a book I had loved as a child. Her range and…

Satanic Temple makes me happy. I love smart, clever people.

False reports are extremely rare and follow certain patterns. In almost all instances, fake accusers are trying to avoid some kind of trouble (like in the Duke lacrosse case). I’m not aware of any proven instances where someone was trying to “get revenge” for some sort of non-abusive slight, nor to “gain fame.” You…

If you’re going to show an ultrasound that would detect a 6 week old fetus, show the correct equipment. Therefore, the wand with the condom and KY should be present.

That’s a universal truth for all theocracies.

No one ever should ask a woman if she is planning or not to have babies.

Before I even read any of the comments.

I saw John Waters at a bar once. Not only was he not an asshole when I asked if I could take a picture with him, but he bought me a drink and chatted for 15 minutes or so.

And this is why the centrist Democrats must be opposed.

It’s possible but I doubt it. Lots of people voted for Cheetolini because they’re single issue voters regarding medical care abortion and this is what they want. Their daughters and granddaughters might be pissed when they can’t find a pharmacist to fill their prescription for birth control slut pills, but the men and…

I want more time sipping martinis at the Green Mill Jazz Club on Thursday nights.

we have to go back to the Island

My husband once pissed me off before a flight. I stared out the window in silence for three hours, out the bus window for one hour and then through a 30 minute information session at the hotel, before finally continuing our fight once ensconced in our room. These people need to be sentenced to a rage repression…

This broke my heart. Beautifully said and I’m sorry for your loss.

I met my best friend the first week of our first year of college. She and I were inseperable for the next four years—we couldn’t go anywhere without someone asking us where our other half was. At first I reveled in the novelty of this, as someone who’d always been a bit of a lone wolf; later I chafed. When we moved to…

I’m currently in the middle of an estrangement with my best friend. Former best friend, I guess. It’s hard and I vacillate between feeling guilty and wanting to just cut the chord and move on quickly. It’s been dragging on for over a year now.