Mine loves water like nothing else. Pass a reasonable large body of water (quarry, deep puddle), and he will drag your ass into it. The first time he went into the ocean, he seemed mildly phased by the waves, but quickly decided it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe it’s the labrador part? He hates baths though.

My favorite is where he waits for the flow to be redirected to the waterslide. Seriously, this dog has it figured out.

Don’t feel bad. I’m a (female) emergency doctor, and when my mother repeated something her family doctor told her I (head-desk) asked for clarification on what he said - she smugly told me “he” was a woman. I should know better. Over 50% of my medical school graduating class was female, primary care skews strongly…

Amen. I’ve visited the hill, and while chatting with representatives may feel “dirty” to the purist activitists (believe me; I’ve worked with them), unless what you want is active revolt, it can be a very effective tool for change. Sure, you’re not going to convince anyone to effect something that involves large…

Thank you. Christ on a cracker. Sure, there might be a link between talc and cancer, however IT HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN! Jezebel linking to their own article with a quote from a hypothetical internal memo and zero actual citations is weak, weak, sauce. I’ve been on Pubmed, and there are some initial studies that may show…

I was going to guess all of them. Carbs and all, you know.

You’re in for a treat! I like both of the epiosodes, and Corden is very charming in them.

In Doctor Who? Two episodes: The Lodger, and Closing Time. The latter is the one where we find out the Doctor can talk to babies.

Yeah, I watched Sex and Lucia with my mother, and I’m frankly cringing into the couch remembering the whole experience now.

Whenever rich people talk about broke, I think about bad times in my life, when we ate out of dumpsters to get fresh vegetables, when we lived in a (relatively nice but still illegal) squat, and I’m confused. And then, I think about a woman checking out in front of me at Goodwill. She was with her very pregnant…

Yeah, the FDA can go sit on it. Years of living in foreign countries have taught me that life means occasional excruciating abdominal pain, and forgoing pleasures like street food (and HUS) to avoid this is a fools game.

I think if you’re on a path that excites you, it’s NBD. I was mid-med school, and the fact that it was 30 didn’t even occur to me until after the fact. I’m not saying aging doesn’t scare me, just that that specific number means nothing.

Seriously, no sarcasm, I like your analogy because no one is weeping about how people dispose of their gallbladder after a cholecystectomy. This is a perfect way to put it. Sure, it’s human cells, sure it was once “alive,” but it wasn’t ever a person and now it’s outside your body so who the hell cares? That’s why…

I clicked on the link to see the dress and wow, just wow, it is horrible. Besides the fact that you can see that it would be good for no sport I can imagine (offers support/structure basically from the shoulders to mid-boob and nowhere else), it’s also remarkably unflattering. Who greenlit this shit?

Or in Ecuador circa the 90's where your TV options are limited to 3 channels, all of which stick to telenovelas, wacky variety shows, Beverly Hills 90210, Chuck Norris Texas (Tehas) Ranger, and Hercules: Los Viajes Legendarios.

As an ED doctor (and thus a human who does a LOT of pelvic exams), seriously, who gives a fuck? Of course I prefer to perform a gynecological exam when people are recently showered, but hair or no hair is a matter to which I am supremely indifferent, because it is none of my damn business. (And to those feeling…

Yeah, I frequently raise my arms, regardless of whether my deodorant is working, or even if I forgot to put it on. Sometimes I smell myself, and mostly I’m fine, but occasionally there’s a touch of b.o.. Yet, I’m married, and happy, and my husband upon occasion calls me “monkey pits,” but in a loving way. I understand…

I’m guessing it was less like modern ales, and more like Mudders Milk; as Jayne says in Firefly, “All the protein, vitamins and carbs of your grandma’s best turkey dinner, plus 15 percent alcohol. Shiny.”

Besides the fact that the support services provided were peripheral, besides the fact that throwing out a program of over 7,000 people doing non-”controversial” work in healthcare over the actions of 6 is tossing the baby out with the bathwater (no joke intended), it will never cease to boggle my g*d*med mind that we…

Pshaw, dogs are no better, as anyone who has received an ardor-dampening cold nose to a sensitive region during an inopportune time can attest.