Duh...

So, in short, Yelp has become the internet equivalent of a protection racket.

Absolutely. I also personally believe that if a religious-based hospital is the only shop in town, they ought to be required by law to practice fully. That or risk being taken over by the government.

It can be hard to wean people off of Yelp. My girlfriend wanted Chinese food the other day, and asked if I knew a good place (since we just moved in together in Kent, where I’ve lived for awhile because fuck Seattle rent.)

I recommended my favorite place (Golden Phoenix, in Covington), and rather than agree to this on…

When I managed a Borders we were also responsible for this small calendar kiosk on the other side of the shopping center. I was there covering someone’s lunch break and this crazed woman came over demanding why we had no bichon frise calendars. The dog calendar people were always the weirdest.

Same here. I know I’m going to spend all evening replying to people saying things like ‘Okay, so you’re saying that everyone who lies to someone to get sex is a rapist? LOOK AT THIS FEMINAZI IT’S POLITICAL CORRECTNESS GONE MAD’. Which... I’m *not* saying that but I do think it’s an area where consent becomes grey and…

Usually walls at hotel conventions are some shade of white, so he probably wouldn’t have gotten away with that.

No, those “Nice Guys” just let him sexually harrass and then sexually assault her without comment, let alone charges.

Shit like this is why it’s so hard to keep arguing with people when they say there are no good cops, just criminals and the people who cover for them.

Seriously, the greatest religious conversion of my life was accepting the superiority of oven-cooked bacon. Line a cookie sheet with foil, get as close as you can to a single layer of bacon, bake at 400. Turn the slices after maybe 15 minutes, depending on how thickly they’re sliced. Really crisp, evenly-cooked bacon…

Old white woman here. And will lead the charge and advocate for access to safe, legal abortion as long as I able because I remember when it wasn’t. I remember the days before the pill when women had to go before a judge for permission to have a tubal ligation to prevent further pregnancies and the judge had the power…

The story is the stuff of legends and my family. When we were little, my mom and my aunt took all of us cousins to church one Sunday. We were told that if we were good in church we would be getting ice cream afterwards. This incentive proved to be much too powerful for my four-year-old cousin who quickly grew very…

Because abortion isn’t now, nor has it ever been about the babies. It’s about punishing women for having sex without society’s permission.

I worked for a organization that hosted a yearly musical event at a local Catholic cathedral, which was supportive of the arts.

My brother (Jewish) was dating a Catholic girl with a lovely and welcoming family. They invited him to Easter, where they customarily served ham. But they wanted to be accommodating to his beliefs (not that it matter because he was not observant and did not keep kosher, but they didn’t know that). So, when the whole…

I’ve had the same male dentist since I was 10 years old. He’s nearing 70 now. He’s certainly gone out of his way to provide excellent care for me, like when I had a terrible toothache on a weekend, but he would be utterly horrified if I asked him for a pelvic exam.

For me the cutest one is the claim that abortions shorten lives, as if I care. I don’t want to have a child, and if that means we knock, what - 10 weeks? 10 years? What is the claim here? - from the end of my life, all other things being equal, then fine. I’m all for it

I am naturally gross, so I looked it up, having missed your previous post. I was considerably relieved to see it involved plain old piercing rings as opposed to the ouchy mental picture I had conceived, which was a series of grommets set in the skin. It still looks painful to me, but not nearly as bad as I thought.

You’d have better luck getting a serious class on sex education in US public schools than a workers’ rights one. And you’d probably have better luck lobbying for every student to have a unicorn that poops chocolate and pisses rainbows than getting either of those classes.

MOAR DOGGY PICTURES.

Dogs forever