I used to take dolomite (calcium/magnesium tablets) for muscle cramps. I gave it up for a long time until recently, when I began to get them again. A week of dolomite use, no more muscle cramps.

She had it comin/She had it comin/She had only herself to blaaame . . .

Is she out of her mind? How many families can afford a full-time stay-at-home parent? Or is this woman going to sacrifice herself and donate enough to help pay the bills?

I'm not surprised it was listed as a terrorist group. (I actually knew that.) Ho Chi Minh's people were also considered terrorists. As were Mao Tse Tung's. As were the Algerian rebels against French rule. As was Lenin, Trotsky, et al. One person's freedom fighter is another person's terrorist, remember?

It does make sense. And the more specific comments cut deeper because they are specific. I'm watching "Breaking Bad", and Jesse (male) is at the point where he addresses everyone as the b-word. It's become his version of the period. I know it's supposed to be street and his way of demonstrating that everyone is or…

8-D You are so much more than approved, Mr. Smarty, as well you know.

Good gods, I thought I was alone in the world on this. Every now and then I deliver myself of my opinion of women and girls using words like "b*tch," c*nt," "h*," "wh*re," "sk*ank," "p*ssy," and so on, and on, about other women or each other, on Facebook or on my livejournal. I have friends who are 20-somethings who…

I'm so glad you agree. That means we can get down to negotiating equal housekeeping and yard work chores and child rearing without further hassle.

And yet supposedly we have brains, and some of us have read and rephrased how much easier it has always been for me (and how much jollier) to see women undercut one another. Women and girls are exposed to this line of thinking enough that we shouldn't expect someone on Access Hollywood to say, "We're victims of the…

::headdesk:: ::headdesk:: ::headdesk:: ::headdesk::

Don't forget our nasty record of college and military rapes.

He didn't do this till they showed up at his kid's school. Remember?

Oh, okay, that could work.

I think we should all invest in binkies and send them to him. Maybe with a copy of Janis Joplin singing "Cry Baby."

If I knew there was a 0.000003 chance my fetus would turn out to be a Limbaugh, I would abort it myself with one of those twisty gadgets you use to get the cork out of the wine bottle. And then I would tell my surgeon I was a carrier for all kinds of bad genetic diseases so he would remove my ovaries. Because…

There isn't enough room on your knuckles unless you use teeny letters. Do it on your butt and then show it to people who give you a hard time about thinking for yourself.

You forgot other things we love: Persons we don't know, even if they're nice, asking us all kinds of personal questions that we have to answer if we're to get through all this. Persons we don't know, even if they're nice, putting their hands and devices inside us while we lay on cold tables and look at ceilings and…

You're welcome! I know your pain—it took me 25 years to find Patricia Utley's "A Traveler in Time," and I found it only because I stumbled over it in a bookshop again!

Oh, for pete's squeaks. Just put cheese on them like the chain restaurants and Green Giant. Or in the case of cabbage, mix with potatoes.

Rachel rocks the house. She could be armed with a stick and Rand Paul wouldn't have the stones to face her.