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You can change your clothes, but you gotta love your bones, baby.

The Plan-B emergency contraceptive, aka the morning-after pill, doesn’t work for women over 176 pounds, and barely works for women over 165.

If all social media activity is essentially an act of self-promoting a carefully curated persona, why do we vilify selfies above other kinds of posts?

Which social media platforms are appropriate for party pics, foodstagrams, selfies, inspirational quotes, passive-aggressive jabs at your ex, and much more.

Sure, my rent is late, the zipper on my favorite boots is broken, there’s Fukushima and Kardashians and paralyzing socio-economic divisions in the world, and I’ll probably never be loved in a way that feels right, but at least I’ve got that eyebrow situation HANDLED.

Here’s the thing: the first few minutes, and days, and even weeks or months after giving birth, not everyone is immediately bitch-slapped with love for their kid.

Ruffle skirt = $1,185. Could feed 135 impoverished people in developing countries for a week.

I know I put a post-Labor Day ban on all Blurred Lines related discussion, but there was no way I could’ve known that some sent-from-heaven (and let’s be real, probably headed back there soon) Grandpiece was going to gift the world with such a saucy exclamation point to end the conversation.

I’m the one who didn’t know how to use birth control properly (who am I kidding – there was no birth control).