Yes to this. While I certainly was accustomed to older women (and especially my family) to be weirded out by our childless-by-choice stance, I was utterly amazed and a bit disheartened to hear otherwise cool women my age or younger expressing that old trope re: a woman's worth = how many litters she'd had.
And a huge…

Ooooh, now if I could pop out for-real puppies, I would be on board.

I wondered that, too—but then recalled some conversations-devolving-into-arguments with some younger, hipper than thou women who insisted that breeding was an absolute if you wished to regard yourself as a modern feminist, whatever that is. IDK, I'm an olde-fashioned feminist, probably because I'm old. haaaa

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I've gotten that, too. Somehow, I'm the asshole because I'm nicely asking your lil' precious miracle to stop being a shitstain.

My hub and I do that in one of the cars—we call it 'Bus Seat'. Some seats are built as if everyone is 7'4"and 425lbs.

Thank you for this:

Except in The Yearling, where the stupid kid should have offed the deer like mom told him to. :-)

Yeah, they sound like assholes. I guess I was fortunate being exposed only to hunters who were somewhat respectful of the animal.

Yep. And any number of the goats and pigs—their breeds are promoted as good meat producers.
I think every kid in the US should be exposed to the realities of where our food comes from—from wheat and crop production to meat and dairy. Hell, every adult should. We're incredibly naive in this regard.
AGGIE FAIRS FOR…

I'm not into Venison, but honestly, they really didn't appear to know what they were doing. My god. Most hunters I've known are far more responsible than that. Yikes!

It's wonderful—not gamey, not chicken-y as others have also mentioned. There's something mild/sweet/fabulous about it. Definitely recommended.

The idea of knowing where our food comes from is so lost in this country, it's very cool that you have been exposed to it. But yeah—I can only imagine the howls you received with that share.
Rabbit is delicious, but it took my husband's Swedish family to warm me up to it. The story goes that his Grandmom would serve…

Absolutely why the hell not.
I'm a guitarist, and I get sh*t from people (women) all the time re: my LACK of a rock on my wedding finger (I wear a simple gold band, because I am not magical like Stevie Ray Vaughn—he who was quite at ease shredding with a huge ring on his fretting hand).
Her stuff is really lovely and…

I worked for a company that had business dealings with Primedia and Source Interlink. I have never encountered a larger group of clueless assholian turds. Management seemed to have no idea how to run a publishing entity, whether print or online. They do certainly know how to RUIN publishing entities.
Time for my…

Trust us, it does. My Fun Problem has corrected itself, thankfully. But good lord it was painful for a while, and pretty disheartening. Lube can only do so much in some of these situations. Violetmoon described it pretty accurately.

"Just as every cop is a criminal."
Sadly, that line (and so many from the Stones during that period) still resonates. Most folks I've encountered who became cops were self-important, bullying douchebags who were all about gaming the system (and what better way than to be a cop?). A couple of them were complete coke…

"America's Heroes" in every little burg are arming to the teeth, sporting their tuff-guy, decked out, brutish Dodge cruisers. So they can sit around watching p0rn on the laptops while ignoring calls.

Horrible, I know...but this post made me laugh my head off.

My mom's friend used to send me out for her Pall Malls. She would send me over to the local candy store/bookie joint and they happily sold them to 8 year old me. And for my effort, I could pick out any candy bar I wanted. Good times!