(# of days away from home X 2) + 3 extra just in case = correct # of pairs for trip

It took me a long time to be team no panties, I used to love the constricting support of Hanes boy shorts, but now when I do occasionally wear underwear I feel a bit like this.

I support breast feeding but it's really obnoxious to say formula doesn't provide adequate nutrition; it certainly does. You are being just as obnoxious as someone who asks a breast feeding mother to cover up.

Pants unbuttoned? When I get home, the pants just come off.

It reminds me of the Residential Schools for Native children in Canada- an attempt at cultural genocide- where they also did medical and nutritional experiments on children in additional to every kind of abuse imaginable. As much as I blame the Catholic church for this bullshit, it really is part of a larger pattern…

Truth. This kind of stuff, along with the Magdalene laundries, is the context behind Sinead O'Connor ripping up the picture of the pope on SNL back in the 90s. Also for the anger any Irish woman who identifies even slightly as feminist feels for the Catholic church. Except for a few older Catholics, I've never met…

Gender equality just isn't everyone's passion, and y'all are gonna have to learn to make your peace with that instead of picking on people for it. It's fine, really! I bet many of you are just bored to tears by environmental activism, or by trying to find a cure for cancer, or economic justice, or whatever other…

Oh, PLEASE. Like we can't do BOTH. IT'S CALLED STAR TREK: VOYAGER and also the FUTURE. SPACE FEMINISM, LADIES, FEMINISM IN SPACE. WOMEN GET TO WEAR SHINY SILVER JUMPSUITS ALL DAY WHILE DRIVING SPACESHIPS AND AIN'T NOTHING ANY MAN OR MALE ALIEN CAN DO ABOUT IT. GET WITH IT, LANA.

Lets hear it for the ladies who can't buy button up shirts!

Not to be the "OMG TSA IS EVIL" type, but...

Excellent points, and I would definitely agree that Diana was Anne's first (non-fictional) love. And I think she never really outgrew her feelings for Diana. They're always there, somewhere, old, hidden, and eventually ignored.

When someone inevitable writes a book about this "time period" (like the thousand books about the Rat Pack that VF is always peddling) I have the perfect title. Tools: A Memoir in Twelve Parts.

"She opened her top and showed them her boobs, which Jennifer says were completely covered in 'the most beautiful angels and beautiful butterflies and baskets of flowers in pastel-colored tattoos.'"

It's a homemade soup made of energy drinks and a heaping cup of stupid.

She was speeding. Regardless of stories of what may have happened and alternative points of view, that's why you don't fucking speed. Especially down a dark road without your full beams on. And when you do, and you kill/ injure someone, it's YOUR FAULT.

This is a very well-written piece of fiction and definitely tries to get into the mind of the other person to make them "not a villain." However, I don't think suing god and everyone is going to help the case any.

It should also be noted that her police-officer husband was following her that night, was first on the scene, and told her to go home after the accident with no breathalyzer. I smell a cover-up.

But even if you don't get sweaty, don't you get, like, musky juices (probably grossest two word phrase I have ever written) on them? Because my underwear definitely smell used after one wear.