“...not to offend male students.”

I don’t know whether I’m more angry or more sad that WaPo published this cowardly piece of shit article. I barely even know what to say about it. It just completely legitimizes the fucked-up message women have gotten pretty much forever: being a woman is fundamentally shameful and a liability, and the only path to…

...and she does look worried!

Oy, that look is the nopest. And that pose the Platonic Ideal of awkwardness.

I’m ready for Ramsay, King of all Sociopaths, to die a truly agonizing death. And yet...and yet...he gets some good lines, though. “I like being an only child.”

Team Tarth!

Tormund was looking especially fetching. They need to give him way more storyline....

I am so sorry. Your aunt sounds like a pretty amazing person. Though she might not be here to meet your children (if do you choose to have children), you’ll be able to tell them about what a cool person she was.

Your mom sounds like a pistol! :)

Ugh, I’m so sorry. I had been trying to decide whether to have a nipple made when I have reconstruction, and reading about your experience gives me pause. I know quite a few women who have done reconstruction without bothering with the nipples, and they don’t seem to miss them.

WORD. I actually caught some of the Samantha cancer episodes recently, as I was going through treatment. And while I get it that on a show like that, they could only get so real and so heavy...man, did they make cancer treatment look like a cakewalk! The girls all hanging out eating popsicles with Samantha while she…

Tig Notaro is so my hero. And honestly not just because she’s a breast cancer survivor, and so badass about sharing that with the world—but because she’s one of the funniest, most moving storytellers on the planet. She can make you fall down laughing and bring you to tears pretty much in the same breath.

“I could give less of a F about pretty and wear sports bras with both pads put into my cancer side, and go merrily about my way!”

Oh my God, this resonates so much for me right now. I’m 48 and was diagnosed last September with invasive cancer in my left breast. After doing chemo first, I had a mastectomy on the 3rd of March. At the time of the mastectomy, my Plastic Surgeon implanted a tissue expander that would be used to make enough space for…

Oh I’m sure that on some level they believe it. I suppose on some level it’s similar to Native Americans on a hunt expressing thanks to the animal they killed for its sacrifice. And I have zero problem with people who eat meat being highly respectful towards the animals they’re eating. I think it was the weirdly…

All I can say is that he seems very confused about what his tax dollars pay for....

No way! I can’t believe they don’t let you keep the furniture unless you buy it. I feel betrayed.

My thoughts exactly. I have no problem with someone changing his or her mind about veganism/vegetarianism, but this dumb, quasi-mystical “spill your blood for humanity to know the Father” rationalization is pure fuckery. They should have just been honest, e.g.: “I really miss eating cheeseburgers.”

OMG yes!!! I remember that day so well (though now my kiddo’s almost 8). It was hard leaving my son with the day care provider, but on the other hand, man oh man was I ready to eat a meal sitting down like a human being and talk to people about something other than feedings and nap times and bowel movements. Enjoy…

And art is inherently self-indulgent, really.