Just to be safe, you might try Berkeley Brownies.

The rich never give up their ill gotten gains quietly.

Absolutely. I'd be indebted.

I see you point about passivity vs activity. My favorite Maxfield Parrish is the one where the young woman is standing on the edge of a high cliff in the mountains. I think it's called 'Ecstasy' or something. But it's very empowering, not at all passive like a Reubens, for instance.

BTW, if anyone IRL approaches me with a copy of Fifty Shades of Gray, I do believe I shall go berserk.

I've yet been able to bear to revisit the page, but we all must soon and do as you suggest.

This is one of the most barbaric things I've ever heard.

While on the other hand artists such as Maxfield Parrish celebrate the beauty of women.

CO School Board Member Says Castrate Transgender Students

See the full story at:

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2013/11/22/1257640/-Colorado-school-board-member-calls-for-castration-of-Transgender-students?detail=facebook

I haven't seen any other threads on this, so excuse if this one repeats. But it made me so sick to my stomach.

The Cuomo name steadily loses favor with me.

If smokers, especially heavier ones, had any idea how horribly they STINK, they might

exercise a little more consideration. But I doubt it. Tobacco itself doesn't stink; witness American Spirit brand. It's the additives which stink and addict. I used to feed my (hideously expensive) horses one American Spirit cigarette per month to control worms. But with heavy smokers, some of them I can smell coming before they arrive. Up close it can make me nearly faint. And I have an amazingly strong stomach further toughened by animal care and basic surgery when needed.

I'll never forget a heavy smoker's diatribe to which I was temporarily subjected; he complained about women wearing any degree of perfume because he was allergic to that.

I hope the people who NEED to read this see it.

SP gives me the creeps. I cannot bear to look at her because I know I'll get nightmares. Christian indeed!

Thanks for a most important OP.

What a cute little critter. If my ex had been half as nice, I'd still be married.

It's good for kids to grow up close to nature.

When I was little enough, my parents would let me search the vegetable garden for any creepy crawlies if I'd behaved well enough to earn that honor. Every bug went into the jar, and at night I'd set them on my bedside table. Somehow every morning they were gone and I'd have to start over. I'm not going to say what happened to them, since children might be present. But Mom and Dad never confessed.

The worst was when I once heard a trap snap shut and found a poor pregnant little mouse dead in its jaws. I ran to Mom's sewing machine and got out her best scissors for my first emergency C-Section. The tiny babies I liberated were cold, and my 3-yr-old brain decided the perfect place to keep them safe and warm was in one of the sewing machine drawers. Several times that day I sneaked bits of food to them. It was hours before Mom found them.

I can still hear her scream.

No, I didn't go to veterinarian school later in life, but I did preside at other animal births and, remembering my little mice, as an adult I performed successful surgery on a pregnant dead ewe. In 12 years of breeding horses, the only time I ever had to call a vet was when a new foal needed a blood transfusion. Those I never learned how to do. Anything short of that, however....