I didn’t think it was possible, but since I began my new job, I feel like I’m online even more.
Note to self - follow this mantra.
Agree!
Sometimes I feel like the Democratic party needs to stop being a collective bunch of pussies and really stand up, vocally, against the outspoken Republicans and the pack of lies and bigtory they pass off as free speech and Biblical teachings.
We are not a Christian nation.
Your anti-abortion and anti-contraceptive stance is, in fact, sexist. And any woman who stands with you should take a giant step back and examine their existance.
Your want of “traditional marriage” does, by all accounts, make you a bigot.
Your call for tax increases on the middle class, and breaks for the upper, does, actually, make you classist. You are the ones creating class warfare.
Your beliefs and policies are rooted in hate and prejudice. You are ruled by greed, fear, and ignorance; that’s not a very strong combination of traits.
These are just some Thursday morning musings that were sparked after reading thisarticlewhere Alleghany County COP chair Jim Roddy (R-PA) recieved a warm reception after calling an Obama supporter “mentally retarded”, simply for supporting the President and his re-election. This is unacceptable.
There is nothing Grand about your ‘Ole Party. Put up the Zima, children. It’s time to pack it up and go home.
Okay, I think I’m done for now.
Agreed.
(Source: jesse--boy)
dubbed bbc animals - oldie but goodie.
If you need a good chuckle, just watch this. :)
The other day I ran into an acquaintance in the lobby of a building. She was talking to man I didn’t know. I smiled politely at him and told her hello. I didn’t want to interrupt and I headed on my way. Just before I walked out of the glass doors onto Ventura Boulevard, a good 25 feet away from my acquaintance, she yelled, “are you pregnant yet?”
I’m not. I make an effort to not be.
“No. Are you?” I asked.
She laughed. I left.
I was offended but not surprised. It seems that shortly after my husband and I celebrated our second wedding anniversary, (or I turned 28, or fall TV premiered, I’m not sure exactly what happened), people in my life decided to go on pregnancy-watch-high-alert. Maybe I’m old fashioned but I think this is very personal. First of all, we’re talking about sex. Conception is about sex. There is nothing shameful about it but I would never yell, “hey, you having sex regularly?” to someone I don’t know that well. Maybe if I was still improvising. But I’m not. Also, pregnancy is fraught, especially the early weeks, doesn’t it seem…I don’t know, in poor taste, or risky to ask people who are not freely sharing information about the occupation status of their uterus about that very thing? What if someone is attempting and failing at conceiving? Also, some people don’t want to have children. OR some people do but they are in the middle of building careers, or paying off student loans, or enjoying their partner as just a husband and not a co-parent. I know there is no good time. There are better times than others.
I am able to accept this particular woman as naive or, less generously, rude, but it’s not just her. If, when dining with friends, I don’t immediately pour myself a glass of wine, eyes narrow. The irony in my complaint is that I am guilty of this as well. I am an amateur pregnancy detective. If anyone in a committed relationship doesn’t call me back for three days or calls me twice in two days I assume she’s pregnant. I have gone so far as to leave a voicemail (I cringe) saying, “you haven’t called me back, is it because you’re pregnant?” It wasn’t.
Is this just this particular privileged narrative? We go to college, we graduate, we hang around, we move in, we get engaged, we get married and then we get pregnant. Are we just waiting for the seemingly inevitable? Just as all of a sudden everyone is getting married; are we waiting for the wave of sonogram postings to crash on our yipster shore?
This is when I wish I was Southern. Or a member of any culture that adhered strictly to a certain social code. One doesn’t ask such things. I believe they are unmentionable— like foundation garments and atheism. One can look knowingly at the woman choosing to pour Pellegrino over pinot grigio but that’s it. Just a knowing look. No shouting. Ever.
—Bridget
Story of my life. And for the record, southern people aren’t any more polite about this than anyone else- if anything, they’re worse because they value “traditional” families more than anyone else.
People need to understand how rude and invasive this is and back off.
Agreed!
From disappearing friends to people constantly assuming you want to get pregnant, this article hits close to home!
(Source: whydoihaveablog)
Panchoran Retreat, Bali, Indonesia.
Ah-mazing! With how cold it’s been, I would love to be there right now!




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