* Oh for fuck's sake.
* Rules for my unborn son. The Boy, who has been born, needs to pay particular attention to #388.
* I miss "On the Road With Charles Kuralt."
* This Vanity Fair piece by Nell Scovell about female comedy writers just breaks my heart. It's almost 2010 and we still can't get past this.
* This photo story about the history of birth control arrives too late for Halloween but will still scare the heck out of you. As much as I might gripe about living when I do, I wouldn't trade modern conveniences like reliable and safe birth control for much of anything in the past.
* Just when you thought the story had run out of leg: Another foot found on the B.C. coastline.
* Another use for cheese.
* The Diva is on a pomegranate kick, which makes this tutorial on how to juice one even more handy than expected.
* There are things one can't unsee. You have been warned that this site, which is full of really creepy photos of child beauty queens, is one of them.
* I need the tissue pillow.
* How liberal sarcasm challenges the elite. Between this and the thing with the 33 CT Republicans (read the story to feel the full outrage) makes me want to hop up and down while yelling at them to just shut up already. I know that adults shouldn't do this. And, yet, here I am.

Cleveland has a birth control collection in their medical history museum. I never had the guts to go see it, but if you are ever in Cleveland...
Q used to tell stories about the strange places in the Carnegie Library that they'd find books like the Joy of Sex. There were rumors that nuns used to stash the objectionable material.
A tissue pillow wouldn't be too hard to make.
Posted by: Trish | November 03, 2009 at 03:11 PM