Lexapro side effect: my dreams have more cohesive plots

I had a dream last night that my room I had in high school was so dirty that when we cleaned it we found all these animals.

Like, there was a litter of kittens that had grown up and their mom still lived in there. There was a fox that liked to be petted but the longer I looked at it the more I realized it shouldn't like attention so much; it should be more scared. Then it started looking like the horrifying taxidermy from BadlyStuffedFoxes and I realized it probably had rabies so I should escape while it was still friendly so I got up on my loft bed.

There were a lot of mice, too. I picked up a bunch of trash and felt a stab on my knee at one point in the dream, and as it happened there were a bunch of mice living in/under it or something, and when I moved it one ran up my pant leg, panicked, and bit me. I shook it back down and the mom gather her babies and they fled and I was like O_O

Meanwhile there were more cats. One had one eye with a perpetually-dilated pupil so I was afraid it might have retinal Kellis-Amberlee. One got bitten by a really large spider so this little kitten fucking murderized that spider and another one and then was just pleased as can be again. This one spider-killing sweet affectionate little black kitten looked dark green in the sun so I named him Mr. Green and I was determined to keep him because he already would just appear out of fuckin' nowhere whenever I called "Mr. Green?" and that meant he was part of the family.

Even Noire liked Mr. Green. That meant he was the perfect cat, if even our neurotic cat-hating cat was immediately cool with him.

I love you Mr. Green. You can really fuck a spider up.

Fetus Graveyard

Friends, I was linked to the most amazing thing this morning. I can only hope you will be as delighted as I was. See, anti-choicers seem to be even more off the rails than I had suspected; if you know me at all you know this must be pretty impressive.

It is.

Kevin Swanson is amazing.

I’m beginning to get some evidence from certain doctors and certain scientists that have done research on women’s wombs after they’ve gone through the surgery, and they’ve compared the wombs of women who were on the birth control pill to those who were not on the birth control pill. And they have found that with women who are on the birth control pill, there are these little tiny fetuses, these little babies, that are embedded into the womb. They’re just like dead babies. They’re on the inside of the womb. And these wombs of women who have been on the birth control pill effectively have become graveyards for lots and lots of little babies.

RH Reality check explains why this is wrong but I feel like they are missing the sheer joy of it. This is nothing short of hilarious. If you have a uterus and have ever used birth control, you are the host of a teeming internal nightmare, an unconsecrated fetus graveyard!



This is beyond misogyny. Misogyny is ordinary. It's tired and boring and DONE. This is a brave new world and we are moving with the times! Misogyny is passé. Nobody cares anymore. It's 2013 and it's time for gynephobia. Wombs are scary and haunted! There could be anything in there!!! Sluts (by which we obviously mean any women on birth control) aren't just dirty and ruined, but they're probably full of disquiet fetus ghosts all up in their slutty slutslut snatches.

Kevin Swanson's account of the latest research into the eldritch terrors inside of women that we call wombs is like obstetrics and gynecology written by the authors of American Horror Story (spoilers) or Jim Balent.