“To give [anti-abortion] campaigners more time to enjoy life instead of making stunt videos that have no point, here is a cut-out-and-keep list on how to stop women having sex, guaranteed:
- Chop off genitals at birth. They can have them reattached at their heterosexual
wedding, in between the cake and the throwing of the bouquet.
- Force all teenagers to watch their parents having sex. Effective, although there is a risk they will never have sex again and the human race will die out.
- Rearrange human biology so that it’s men who get pregnant. It might not end verboten sexual relations, but it will probably put an end to old white guys trying to ban abortion and targeting the most vulnerable women, from rape victims to the needy poor, in the worst circumstances.
— British journalist Hadley Freeman‘s tounge-in-cheek suggestions for better ways that anti-abortion extremist groups like Live Action can use their time rather than playing “gotcha!” with Planned Parenthood by secretly videotaping them in stunt videos with fake pimps and prostitutes. Hadley suggests, quite rightly, that as much as some anti-abortion extremists are against abortion, they seem to just be plain against women having non-procreative sex, period. I recommend her whole article; it’s a good read! [Guardian UK] Keep reading »
Kentucky man, Antoine Banks, found a creative new place to hide his illegal substances from police. After a routine traffic stop, cops found a bag of
saliva saliva and liquid codeine in his car, so they decided to give him a pat down. During the pat down, they found a bag of cocaine in the waistband of his boxers, so they ordered a strip search. Q: Can you guess where they found another small bag of crack? Keep reading »
For the month of February, Kate is taking part in Sharon Salzberg’s 28-Day Meditation Challenge. Last week, Kate shared her feelings on starting the program. Here’s week two.
On Sunday, before the Super Bowl, I found myself in the grocery store, waiting on an epic line to buy a carton of eggs I’d forgotten to get when I was there earlier in the day. I opened my wallet and, of course, it was empty—not a single dollar in there. I took out my credit card. “Fifteen dollar minimum,” the cashier said.
As I parsed what to do, I heard the guy behind me start to huff. Keep reading »