Next up: realizing the need to take the seriousness out of menstruation, Kotex markets pads embellished with coloring-book images that are completed when you wear 'em.
Like a plate of pasta that's just begging to be covered in "spaghetti sauce".
Or an empty jar of "strawberry jam."
Or a highball glass with ice and a celery stick to be filled with "Bloody Mary."
South Dakota is absolutely gorgeous during the summer. What we need to do is establish some kind of Jezebel vacation home Black Hills hiking-and-recreation themed commune where a bunch of us can establish South Dakota residency - and vote.
I'm puzzled by this too. Do they mean the U.S. Constitution? Which says nothing about abortion or birth or parental relationships whatsoever (other than establishing birth-citizenship rules)?
I'd really like to see the text of the prepared statement that pregnancy centers are required to read to abortion seekers.
Indeed. Reminds me of Jon Hamm's character in 30 Rock. "Lemon, you have to realize one perk of The Bubble is your ability to tell reasonable people to do weird stuff, like licking an iPad ... AND THEY WILL DO IT."
How does premarital sex increase the likelihood of violence?
Clearly you've never stood in line for hours outside Sluts R Us waiting to be the first on your block to own the new model of abortion kit, and some jerk tries to butt in.
Well, if you become pregnant and you're not married, there's one bit o' evidence right there. Extra bonus: only the woman in the equation has this kind of evidence against her, so the fine upstanding gent who participated won't have to be punished for his tiny slip-up; he can go on to live the rich and productive life he deserves.
"Scrunchies? We don't need no stinkin' scrunchies."
"My other bike is a Lunchables"
"These Crocs were made for biking / And that's just what they'll do / But one of these days these Crocs are gonna / Bike all over the freshly power-washed sidewalk in front of my beige two-story McMansion that I keep spotless thanks to Dawn, Swiffer and a little valium every day"
In times of crisis, it's understandable to want to reach out and assist those specific people who you see in peril in news stories. Yes, people are starving and dying all over the world all the time, but these are the ones visible to me now, and as a human being, I want to help (is the thought).
I wonder if nonprofits could serve that emotional need of donors (and capitalize on the trend to donate after a disaster) by providing a space on the donation form where you specify why you're donating today, instead of actually earmarking the money.
As in, "I am donating today because ______ (I was spurred by the crisis in Japan, I won't allow Haiti to be forgotten, in memory of a friend, etc.)" -- money goes into general pot, but donors still get to acknowledge the recent crisis and get some kind of closure, sort of.
I realize that talking about the fee-fee's of donors in response to a nation-changing 10,000-dead disaster is kind of gross and not the point, but nonprofits have to strategize around these things in order to keep the money flowing and keep doing good work.
I would be tempted to explain how his attempt at normalizing Hooters as "just a place to eat" makes it worse, not better.
At least when you view Hooter's as kind of a forbidden/wrong/naughty place, you're likely to experience some sense of discomfort while you're stuffing your face. Whether that discomfort comes from woman-blaming prudery or actual reluctance to objectify women is another story, but at least the feeling is there and may spur future discussions or later epiphanies about why it felt wrong (and hopefully you come to a conclusion other than "women are slutty temptresses who take advantage of your brain-dick")
'Oh yeah, that can be a bit awkward. Why don't you just start with something light, you know, like um - "I'd love it if you stuck your Willy Wonka between my Oompa-Loompas," you know, something a bit fun, a bit jokey. And then you can get more hardcore, run with the old classics, like "I'm playing with my dirty pillows," "I'm aching for your big purple-headed womb ferret." And then go straight in hard, like "Get 'round here 'cause I'm fudding myself stupid and I'm bloody loving it." Right? '
Having already committed two horrible acts of murder (in her estimation), the only moral thing to do is see that justice is served. Obviously she can't go to jail for what's not a crime, but if she really thinks abortion is tantamount to murder, she could maybe lock herself in a basement for 10-20 years.
Ah, spring break, when I made some sweet, sweet cash* by being the front desk person at the dorm while my fellow RAs who had lives went on vacation. Suckers.
* (by which I mean, minimum wage but at least it wasn't at a fast food joint)
But! But! Imagine the mind-blowingly delicious cognitive dissonance at Operation Rescue HQ if people in "full Muslim garb"* started showing up at protests to support them.
On behalf of people who were too squeamish to be doctors but totally wish they could receive abortion training because it's becoming rarer and rarer: thank you.