“‘Miscarriage’ by the way, deserves to be ranked as one of the worst, most blame-inducing medical terms ever. To me, it immediately conjures up an implication that it was the woman’s fault, like she somehow ‘mishandled the carrying of this baby.’ F that so hard, right in its patriarchal nut-sack.”
I subscribe to a few magazines geared toward women, but mostly they’re about health and fitness, or household stuff like Martha Stewart Living, but never strictly WOMEN’s magazines like Marie Claire and Cosmo, just because I feel like I’m too old for that shit, and the way they write infuriates me.
But…goddammit, this made me happy, and now I have to buy Glamour. Shit.
(Worse, I ended up subscribing, because it’s $5 for a 6-month subscription and around $4 just to buy the one issue, so screw it. Five bucks for 6 months’ worth of potential blog material? AND a bonus tote bag?! BARGAIN.)
“I’m probably, like, 160 pounds right now, and I can catch a dick whenever I want.”
She’s growing on me for some reason…