My current date roster includes a 27-year old rock musician and a 70-year old national level (Republican – ack!) politician. Does this explain why suddenly I’m massively in favor of both legalizing weed and encouraging more restaurants to offer early bird specials?

Oh my god. I live in this god-forsaken (huh - get it?) state and, as a single professional woman in the workplace, I deal with this bullshit every day. The only difference is that it’s virtually never voiced. But you know it’s there. You know you’re making sixty cents on a man’s dollar. You know that if you open your…

Based on the tone of your discourse here, I’m going to assume you’re the one doing the beating.

I, sadly enough, find that I have plenty of outrage to go around.

And the baptismal font with the oxen!