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Well, let me just put a stop to this shit right now. You can give me gold-plated day care and an awesome public school right on the street corner and start paying me 15% more at work, and I still do not want a baby. I don’t particularly like babies. They are loud and smelly and, above all other things, demanding. No matter how much free day care you throw at women, babies are still time-sucking monsters with their constant neediness. No matter how flexible you make my work schedule, my entire life would be overturned by a baby. I like my life how it is, with my ability to do what I want when I want without having to arrange for a babysitter. I like being able to watch True Detective right now and not wait until baby is in bed. I like sex in any room of the house I please. I don’t want a baby. I’ve heard your pro-baby arguments. Glad those work for you, but they are unconvincing to me. Nothing will make me want a baby.

And don’t float “adoption” as an answer. Adoption? Fuck you, seriously. I am not turning my body over for nine months of gaining weight and puking and being tired and suffering and not being able to sleep on my side and going to the hospital for a bout of misery and pain so that some couple I don’t know and probably don’t even like can have a baby. I don’t owe that couple a free couch to sleep on while they come to my city to check out the local orphans, so I sure as shit don’t own them my body. I like drinking alcohol and eating soft cheese. I like not having a giant growth protruding out of my stomach. I hate hospitals and like not having stretch marks. We don’t even force men to donate sperm—a largely pleasurable activity with no physical cost—so forcing women to donate babies is reprehensible.

The Real Debate Isn’t About “Life” But About What We Expect Of Women | The Raw Story (via brutereason)

"So, reading those three paragraphs above? I bet at some point you recoiled a bit, even if you don’t want to have recoiled a bit.  Don’t I sound selfishHedonistic? Isn’t there something very unfeminine about my bluntness here? Hell, I’m performing against gender norms so hard that even I recoil a little.

This is actually what I think, and I feel zero guilt about it, but I know that saying so out loud will cause people to want to hit me with the Bad Woman ruler, and that causes a little dread. Why do we feel this way?

What kind of training and socialization did we receive that made us think there’s something terribly wrong about a woman who is hurting no one and is actually pretty nice but wants what she wants in her private life and doesn’t apologize about it? Is there a reason that we should bully women into pretending that they’re more interested in being selfless and eternally nurturing than they actually are, even at great cost to themselves?”

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Who really benefits from the pink ribbon campaigns: the cause or the company? In showing the real story of breast cancer and the lives of those who fight it, this film reveals the co-opting of what marketing experts have labeled a “dream cause.”

If you’re a woman, take the time to watch the documentary Pink Ribbons, Inc.

Watch it on

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Glad to see this on Tumblr. I don’t Pink. I don’t Run for a Cure. Write a check to your favorite women’s health charity.

I want a cure, I want research and support services and free diagnosis and treatment, I want lives saved. I do not give a flying fuck about pink ribbons, when less than 25% of Komen’s budget goes into research, but they do litigiously pursue competing organizations for trademark infringement. 

Find an org that is all about research or care or free services or support and write a check, click a donate button, give to someone who calls you but stop supporting an org that doesn’t do the actual work. 

seriously, everyone should see this.

The industry standard for nonprofits is that only 10-20% of donations go to cost of operations (like paying employees, office supplies, promotional materials) and the other 80-90% goes to the cause. It’s a good, simple litmus test and all 501(c) 3 charities (aka tax deductible charities) must share that information with the public. If a charity doesn’t pass that test, they are really just a corporation in disguise.

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I am seeing C again next Thursday after he’s done work stuff in Italy/I’ve gone back to the IOM. And it’s somehow turned out that I’m cooking him dinner. 


I have never cooked dinner for a man in my life. Can you believe that? I’ve always been cooked for. Never the other way round. 

And I’m feeling the pressure! I’m thinking steak because it’s always delicious (and I can actually cook it) and I’d like to keep it low carb, too. I want to blow his mind though, ANY SUGGESTIONS for yummy, impressive low carb food gratefully received. 

Must be meat-heavy for 6ft 2 muscle bound freak, must take less than 1 hour, must have an interesting flavour but not too spicy because he’s a terrible British Caribbean. 

Guys I’m really starting to like him and I did NOT see that coming…

  1. Splurge on steaks with moderate to heavy marbling.  In the US, the cuts I favor are called ribeye or strip steak, but they have a lot of different names.
  2. Season both sides generously with salt and pepper - the good salt, not iodized table salt.  Anything more will cloud the beautiful meaty taste you’ve paid so much for.
  3. Let it sit with the seasonings on the sides for 30-40 minutes before you put it on to cook.  You’re not marinading it, you’re just letting the salt do its chemistry magic on the muscle fibers.  You’re also letting it come to room temperature.  That’s more chemistry magic.
  4. Get yourself a big-ass skillet, one that can fit both your steaks at the same time without crowding them (aim for 2 cm space between them)  If you don’t have one big enough, get two smaller ones.
  5. How hot does your stove get?  Depends on how done you want your steak.  If you want it rare, crank that heat.  If you want it well done, let it go low and slow. Whatever you go with, let your pan fully heat before you move those steaks over.
  6. Right before they go in, lube that sucker up with some butter or non-olive oil.  Olive oil is too distinctive and will compete with the beefy taste, plus it will burn and add a bitter taste.
  7. Resist the urge to continuously poke prod or flip.  Give it a minute before you do anything at all.  If you know what good steak smells like, you will recognize the smell of your steak becoming delicious.  When it smells halfway between fresh off the cow and your plate, flip it.  Repeat.
  8. Your steak is done cooking but not *done cooking.*  Take it off the heat, plate it up, and stare at it for five minutes.  This is not chemistry but it is fucking magic.

That’s it.  That’s steak.

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reminder that no one is required to love their parents because a lot of people do have genuinely shitty parents and if you invalidate people’s feelings about their toxic parents i’ll probably punch you in the throat

And the corollary to this is that it’s also ok for them to have mixed feelings about their toxic parents.  I know I shouldn’t talk to my mom for more than about 30 minutes per month but I still love her.

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What’s the obsession men have with a girl who has a flat stomach? I hear a lot of popular music emphasizing that trait as being attractive in women…

My theory?  It’s part of the same trend that glorifies women with zero body hair, extra-long non-muscular legs, no visible muscles anywhere, and small breasts.  Because having a poofy stomach and body hair and visible muscles and hips and breasts and cellulite - these are all part of the “yes I have graduated from puberty and I’m now an adult.”  That other stuff?  When you look at in a cohesive context of our greater culture, it screams prepubescent, small, submissive, easy to control.  It’s all about woman as object.