Posts made in September, 2012


Dear Abortion Rights Protester, I’m going to admit: My sister and I were less than thrilled to find out that there was going to be a big prayer hoedown of some sort at Independence Mall today. We didn’t mind so much that y’all were sharing your message — we were more concerned about traffic and long lines at the Liberty Bell. You know, we were schlepping four kids. That’s challenge enough. And you know? I...

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When you have no choice, soldier on

When you have no choice, soldier on


Posted By on Sep 29, 2012

Years ago I went to visit my friend Jeana (not her real name) in Lexington, KY. I drove my cushy rental car from my hot shot job down to her apartment near the University. After settling in, she suggested we get dinner. We walked out to her car. I saw that the driver side door was smashed in. She explained that her doofy sometimes-boyfriend, Steve, had parked the car along the curb and then opened the door into traffic. She shook her...

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I’ve been writing about employment law in my day job for 8 years now. I thought I’d seen it all. But just recently I stumbled upon a legal matter I hadn’t come across before: A woman was suing over breastfeeding. This made me happy. Not that I was happy about how this woman was treated. Rather, I was happy that she had a clear legal path for pursuing her right to pump breast milk at work in a dignified way. The key...

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  I read an article this morning in The New York Times that blew my mind. It’s about how environmental factors in fathers’ lives — nutrition, stress, chemical exposure, emotional trauma (whoa!) — can activate or de-activate genetic information in their offspring. The kicker: These environmental exposures can happen long before child-bearing years and still affect offspring — for generations. For...

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Am I a slut? Hell, yeah.

Am I a slut? Hell, yeah.


Posted By on Sep 6, 2012

So I guess I’m a slut. A dirty, skanky, nasty slut. Why do I say this? Because I’m having sex. No, not at this exact moment while I’m sitting here typing, but I am having sex sometimes. You know, in my free time. By choice rather than by obligation. Like a hobby. And … I’m not married. Whore. Tattoo it on my forehead. Let’s play pretend! I guess I’m confused. The last few months of The Great...

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