Rebekah Kuschmider

If you are a dog or a cat and have sensitive hearing and a limited understanding of patriotism, fireworks seem like an assault. For all your dog knows, the world is actually ending in a blaze of colorful sparkles and loud explosions.

So. The election. Yeah.

The news cycle feels like a roller coaster ride these days. We’re all sitting in this little car, plunging up and down without any control over anything. But at least we have Dan Rather along for the ride.

The question of where trans people get to go to pee has been in the news a lot lately.

Women I’ve known with breast cancer are willing to go through screening, diagnosis, and treatment once — and only once.

Kesha hit another roadblock in her campaign to be free from her producer/abuser/rapist this week. I’m sorry — alleged abuser and rapist. No one seems to be willing to convict Dr. Luke of the allegations of rape and abuse leveled against him by the singer.

OK, folks, it’s possible that Trump has finally crossed the line.

Born Prince Rogers Nelson in Minneapolis, Minnesota, the singer was known for… Jesus, fucking everything.

It makes us feel better to say “My kid would never…” but you know what? Any kid might. They run into the street, they climb too high in trees, they put things they find on the ground in their mouths — and it all happens in a second, while a parent’s head is turned.

I want to know how much yoga a person would have to do to be able to vote with their vagina. And kegels. Sooooo many kegels.