Gerri Santoro died from a botched home abortion procedure

Arizona recently passed  HB 2384 which no longer qualifies donations to Planned Parenthood as receiving tax credit under the Working Poor Charitable Tax Credit.

Despite the fact that under previous laws, funding form the federal government for abortion is prohibited anyways (private donations towards abortion are accepted), now the GOP has attacked citizen’s generosity and concern for their fellow human beings. Despite what Jon Kyl may or may not have intended as a factual statement, Planned Parenthood provides a myriad of services for both men and women of all ages and classes (although I hearWalgreens is now providing pap smears and mammograms).

Let’s be honest: people (either consensually or forced) have sex. And sometimes women (planned or unplanned) get pregnant from it. And sometimes they decided that carrying a pregnancy to term is simply not a possibility (PS, the majority [60%] of women who get abortions already have children (source available upon request)). So we as a society can either provide them a supportive environment to undergo a safe medical procedure or allow them to carry it out at home with coat hangers, electric cords, purchased surgical equipment, illicit medications, or self harm to the body.

Every anti-abortion bill, law, and supporter is not only responsible for what happened to Gerri Santoro, but will continue to have the blood of all of those who suffer severe injury or death by self-abortion on their hands. To deny women health care is to perpetuate acts of violence upon them.

Go forth and hate.

And oh yeah, images within this post may be disturbing to some. DEAL WITH REALITY.

Note, this is not an acutal product from wwymd.com, but its infinitely funnier.

So lately there has been some hype concerning wwymd.com’s (I’m not going to link them because they’re twats) line of underwear concerning abstinence. Their catch phrase: “What would your mother do?” is filled with contridicitons. Clearly, your mother would fuck. She’s reproduced, therefore, she’s had sex.

Holy fuck. Did I just blow your mind?

So instead of teaching women to have healthy relationships with their own sexuality through discussion and communication on sexual pleasure, consent, agency, and realistic statistics concerning the benefits of waiting to delay sexual intercourse (such as having an informed understanding of sex tends to naturally lead to decisions to wait longer to engage in intercourse, which reduces number of partners, which reduces exposures to STDs [duh].)

But no, let’s continue to demonize women’s sexuality and slut shame, but make it cutesy and available in pastel colors. Maybe their ridiculously long, boy short design should contain a little condom holding pocket.

Oh fine, here’s a link to their site:
What Would Your Mother Do?

Go forth and hate.

I recently read Elizabeth Wurtzel’s (if the name sounds familiar she’s also the author of Prozac Nation) Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women. While the book is somewhat dated (published in 1998), many of the discussions were still poignant and entertaining. However, I had one issue with Ms. Wurtzel’s book; in a chapter called “Used to Love Her but I Had to Kill Her” which focuses mainly on the Nicole Brown/OJ Simpson murder and other forms of domestic violence and spousal abuse, the same phrase was repeated over and over: no man should ever hit a woman.

Now you may find yourself asking what could possibly be wrong with advocating against domestic violence? Nothing at all, except for the fact that domestic violence is featured as merely a one-way street in our social awareness. While it is certainly more common for a man to strike a woman (or maybe it’s just reported more–male pride and all that), women can hit/kick/punch/slap/etc. too. For instances, I lose my shit if a guy even jokes about laying hands on me, but I don’t even think twice about slapping or punching a dude.

So instead of “no man should ever hit a woman” how about no one should ever hit anyone.

I’m all for defending yourself and fighting back when necessary, but everyone deserves to live a life where physical violence should not be a daily threat, not just women.

So everyone, please, just play nice.

Go forth and hate (with your words, not your hands).

I have always assumed that Norway is a more progressive country than the United States. However, as the saying goes, ‘when you ASSUME you make an ASS out of U and ME.” It is apparently not unheard of for companies to monitor their employees bathroom use. For all of the U.S.’s classed, bass ackwards, old boys’ club ways of doing things, I can’t really think of a legitimate company (excluding the ones who hire [usually illegal] immigrants and abuse the shit out of them) that could get away with this without a giant media shit storm.

Some businesses have taken it a step further, and required that their employees to request electric key cards to gain access to the bathroom, sign a “visitors book”, and have even set up video surveillance outside of the restroom to catch unlawful pissers.

Possibly though, the greatest privacy violation though is what is happening to the female employees: they are now required to wear red bracelets to work when they menstruate to justify more frequent trips to the bathroom.

What the fuck.

While I have long since passed the point where I am embarrassed to buy tampons, in fact I parade around with them in front of me and watch people’s uncomfortable reactions, I still don’t want to be forced to announce it to the public. I am familiar with the experience of having to ask to go to the bathroom to attend to “personal matters” (I used to work at a resident treatment facility and do to the nature of the work, our clients could NEVER be unsupervised and my supervisor was a raging dick head more concerned with terrorizing kids than doing his job), but it’s one thing to request it on one-on-one and quite another to broadcast it with a bright red piece of string tied to your wrist like a kid in elementary school who’s lazy at arts and crafts.

I can understand a company’s want to cut down on wasting time in the bathroom, but there is a clear difference in behavior between someone who needs to piss or change a tampon with someone who is trying to “stick it to the man.” To punish everyone with such a disgusting and invasive privacy in 2010 is ridiculous and completely midevial. This practice labels women as “other” and is a complete violation of privacy.

What would you do if your work place required special identification for that time of the month?

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Some of you might have seen this over on Dr. Sangfroid’s blog, but this was actually a collaboration from way back before The Hating Expert and it seemed to good not to share.

Obviously you’ll need to be watching the show, but the rules go as follow:

Take one drink if:
-Tyra says something crazy
-Tyra says something about Tyra
-A girl calls another “bitch”
-A girl says the word “ghetto”
-Girl trips on the runway
-Tyra says to “smile with your eyes”
-Girl cries about how hard life is for her
-Miss Jay rolls his eyes back and gasps
-Accidental racist remark made by a white girl
-Janice (or any of her subsequent replacements, based on the season) makes a disgusted face
-The word “fierce” is said
-Someone claims “This is my dream!”
-A girl is criticized as being “too commercial”

Take two drinks if:
-Tyra says something about the “dark side of modeling” or the “ugly side of fashion”
-Previews show something crazy happening but it’s just a trick
-Girl mentions her baby at home
-Girl accidently comes out about her sexual orientation
-Miss Jay/Mr. Jay make awkward gay advances/flirting on straight men
-Girl starts a sentence with “In my country…”
-Girl tries to explain herself by repeating the same word over and over
-Girl says “I’m not here to make friends”

Finish drink if:
-Tyra fakes an injury/illness as a way of tricking the girls into learning something new (aspect of modeling, upcoming trip, impending photo shoot theme, etc.)
-Girl comes down with a mysterious illness before a major photo shoot.

Have fun drinking and hating!!

Sometimes I like to write things that don’t contain the words “dick” or “fuck.”

The Manifesto of Me

I learn. I grow.
I change. I break.

I put myself back together.

I reinvent. I create. I destroy.
I am choice. I am passion.

I am a force of nature.

I am flawed.
I am strong.

Nothing like me has ever been or will be again.

I am unique. I am vibrant. I am energy.
I hurt. I heal. I am wonder. I am mystery.

My soul is a song that cannot be understood.

I live.
I am.

So my little sluts, and I say that with the utmost endearment and love, how many of you knew that there were more ways to practice birth control and safe sex then just condoms and pills? This post will explore what are known as cervical barrier methods. These work to block semen from passing through the cervix, which is located at the opening of the uterus at the end of the vaginal canal. One of the benefits of using cervical barriers is that they can be placed in the vagina before sex. However, they DO NOT prevent sexually transmitted infections as there is still skin-to-skin contact between the genitalia. Therefore, if you’re going to use these methods be sure that both you and your partner have had a recent S.T.I. screening.

It’s important to note that cervical barrier methods should be used in conjunction with spermicide (cream or jelly, doesn’t matter).

The Diaphragm
One of the more well known methods of cervical barriers, the diaphragm is “fitted” to the individual by their health care provider. Because of this, any weight gain or loss (of about  5 pounds, but this should be discussed with your provider) will require a new diaphragm to be fitted. Spermicide should be placed on the cap and the rim and the diaphragm can be safely inserted up to 6 hours before intercourse, and should be left in for at least 8 hours after to give the spermicide enough time to kill all the stragglers. If sex occurs again before the 8 hour mark, simply apply more spermicide to the device. However, they should not be left in longer than 24 hours. Diaphragms are latex, and should NOT be used with oil-based lubricants (use water-based ones instead).

The Cervical Cap
The cervical cap is similar to the diaphragm (they differ by how they sit in the vagina) in that it must be fitted to the user by health care provider, and similar rules regarding weight loss and gain apply. Spermicide should also be placed along the rim and in the cap of the device. Again, the cervical cap can safely be inserted up to 6 hours before sex and should be left in for at least 8, but no more than 24 hours, afterward. The cervical cap is also made from latex, and should also NOT be used with oil-based lubricants.

The FemCap
The FemCap, unlike the diaphragm and the cervical cap, does not have to be fitted to the individual user. However, in the U.S. it is only available with a prescription. It also has a strap which allows for somewhat easier removal. The FemCap is made from silicone, and is therefore ideal for women who are allergic to latex. It can also be used with either water- or oil-based lubricants. Again, the FemCap should be used with spermicide placed along the rim and inside the cap. It can safely be inserted up to 8 hours before carnal acts, and should be left in for at least 8 hours. However, the FemCap can be left in up to 48 hours after intercourse.

Lea’s Shield
Very similar to the FemCap, Lea’s Shield does not need to be fitted, but requires a prescription, is made from silicone, and has a removal hand strap. However, Lea’s Shield is unique in that it allows for a one-way flow: cervical fluids can be pass through it, but semen can not. Like the FemCap, it can be safely placed in the vagina up to 8 hours before intercourse, should be left in for at least 8 hours post-coitus, with spermicide re-application for a second (or third!) go, and should not be left in longer than 48 hours (take a break, for Christ’s sake!).

Have you ever used cervical barrier methods? What are your opinions on them?

Go forth and hate (without babies).

Related The Hating Expert Posts:
Safe Sexy Time Part One: Barrier Methods
The Fuck Buddy vs. The Friend With Benefits

Yep, I have a Twitter and I am not ashamed. At first, I vehemently refused to get one; I already have a Facebook, what the fuck do I need a Twitter for?

Turns out I need a Twitter as a place to store drunk ideas and conversations.

Some of the (very intoxicated) gems include:

I can’t believe I forgot about glowstick penis #hipsterdivebar

Finished my friend’s dad’s bottle of Patron so I filled the bottle with water. #highschool

@Tegasaurousrex: If you wanted another drink, I wouldn’t judge. In fact I would do the opposite, I would applaud.

Being an asshole. NEIGH YOU HORSE FACED CUNT, NEIGH #DRINKING

Made a man clean off the toilet seat before I used the men’s room at this bar #feminism

I wish for a unicorn and a long island

You can have single, intelligent, or pretty. Pick two. #men

I just signed a bar tab as lady gaga

Titties and bad thoughts #girlsnight

Someone just gave me a free pack of glitter!!

Just told @Tegasaurousrex to put glitter on my tits. Yep

When blank is single, she is the perfect girl posse: she’ll beat your brains out and then fuck your friend.

Treasure the brilliance of your drunkenness while taking advantage of modern technology and pop culture trends.

Go forth and hate (and follow me on Twitter!).

Guest Post written by: Lisa

We all have moments of weakness. It can be anything. It could be sitting there staring at a particular person’s number on your phone, thumb practically begging you to press the button that will instantly have you connected to the guy or gal you have been thinking about compulsively for the past few hours (Or let’s be honest here. Days? Weeks? Months?). And what about the other relationships? I’m not just talking about those break ups that have you obsessing about every other moment the two of you spent together.

This is a universal weak point. I know I’m not the only one who has in times of anger called her friend a hoebag, told her to take a hike, and ended up with a triumphant (if not a little smug) smile on my face. A bit later, though, the regret set in. Holy crap! What did I just do? We’ve been friends for years! Who will I call when I need to talk to someone? Who will I go to the movies with or tell stories to about my crazy parents?

Loneliness can get to the better of us. And yes, it’s not wrong to want to reconnect with people you have previously viewed as not worth the effort, but sometimes you have to pause and reflect. Why did you push his or her sorry ass to the curb in the first place? If you’re like me, with a high tolerance for other people’s bullshit, what event made you get to the point of bursting? Because no matter how many good times the two of you had, you are most likely better off without the excess of drama. Not only is it a waste of time, but it can be both mentally and physically hurtful if your previous comrade made you feel negatively about yourself. If you have released yourself from a bad relationship, intimate or otherwise, do not go crawling back into it because you miss having someone to pal around with.

There was a reason you freed yourself from the lowly dirtbag or manwhore or sleaze or _______ (insert insult of choice) to begin with. Keep these reasons in mind before you do something really bad, like letting him or her back into your life.

Go forth and hate (an activity you can do all by yourself!).