Uterus, simmer down. I don’t have a heating pad or hot water bottle at work, okay? Can we just try to get along?
Last night I was emailed some porn that someone drew of me because I said a thing on the internet that they disagreed with. Because, there you go, ‘justice.’ When stuff like that comes your way you don’t usually say anything because who gives a fuck, but oh well, let’s do it anyway. So, I’ve seen that shit before because I’ve been on the internet for 100 years, but it always looks like this:
Give me a break! It should look like this
Kate Beaton is Queen of Internets (or at least my heart).
1. eat a bowl of ice cream while soaking your ornery spirit in the bathtub
2. congratulate yourself on your superior levels of intelligence
Gonna leave work early and work on my personal obesity epidemic.
Just fuck it.
Just want to be daaaaaaanciiiinngg!
This might be a total shot in the dark, but do any Canadian midwives follow me and be willing to talk to me about the process of becoming one?
Please and Thank you
I’m not a midwife, but I have a fair number of midwife and doula friends, mostly in the Metro Vancouver area. I am always happy to connect people to other people, it’s one of the best things about being liminal to a lot of scenes and central to none. Let me know if you’d like me to get in touch with folks on your behalf.