Dollhouse is over. It was a great show.
When Americans say they want to cut NASA’s budget, they think they’re talking about a budget of more than 600 billion instead of about 15 billion.
Female orgasm described as ‘abhorent’ and banned on film in Australia along with small breasted women. Unsurprisingly, the standard does not apply to male orgasms or small penises.
I want those main characters to fall in love and make out because it means that fans of their characters will have to come to terms with their gayness, exactly like they would have to do in real life. It’s one thing to start out a book … introducing your main characters as gay from the start. Because from the outset the reader knows, the reader can choose whether they approve, or tolerate, or whatever. They can put that book down and walk away.
But reality doesn’t let you choose. Reality is when your best friend turns to you and says, “the thing is, I’m gay,” and your entire world turns upside down.
The phenomenon of mansplaining; I am never sure whether to laugh at or smack the men that do this.
Women today aren’t more promiscuous than 60 years ago. They just don’t have to hide it.
Pirates buy more music. The only music I don’t buy is music from labels in the RIAA.
We know remarkably little about soil, so very cool and basic discoveries happen all the time. We just figured out that we were very wrong about which water is where when in the soil.
Suicide is labeled the #1 cause of death among Nepalese women. A better label would probably be sexism or oppression.
Late term abortions in America are almost impossible to get and very dangerous to perform, despite their legality.
Toxification of our environment is a much more serious issue than most people realize. This is just a little too close to A Handmaid’s Tale for comfort.
Transportation costs associated with sprawl probably contributed to the mortgage crisis.
Ghandi may have been good for India, but he was horrible for women.
Disgusting things like this are why mandatory partner notification for abortion is a bad, bad idea.
Left to my own devices, I never would have been raped. The rapist was really the key component to the whole thing. I was sober; I was wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt; I was at home; my sexual history was, literally, nonexistent—I was a virgin; I struggled; I said no. There have been times since when I have been walking home, alone, after a few drinks, wearing something that might have shown a bit of leg or cleavage, and I wasn’t raped. The difference was not in what I was doing. The difference was the presence of a rapist.