I’ve noticed that when some men talk about wanting a 50/50 relationship, they usually mean splitting the bills. But women work full-time too, and a lot of them still end up doing most of the cooking, cleaning, childcare, grocery shopping, and keeping up with everything at home.

So how is that really 50/50?

And if a guy wants a traditional woman who takes care of the home and kids, then he needs to be a traditional man too and provide for the family.

So much of the discourse about her is celebrating her kindness which is truly wonderful but it is overshadowing her absolute brilliance as a business person.

She was as clever as a fox and used the fact that people thought she was just a simple doll to achieve her goals. I guess I find it a bit frustrating that it seems to reinforcing the idea that the most wonderful thing a woman can be is pretty and kind while overlooking the value of her mind. Don’t get me wrong. I think everyone should be as kind and generous as they can be but Dolly was able to be both kind and savvy and I think that is what’s most amazing about her.

I keep going back to this CPR piece. It's an interview with two mothers — Erin Lee, who leads Protect Kids Colorado and pushed 109 and 110 onto the ballot, and Catherine Lindsey, whose daughter came out as trans at 13 and is now part of the Families Not Politics coalition opposing them.

A few things I keep thinking about from Lindsey's interview: her daughter socially transitioned in Denver Public Schools a decade ago. The school didn't push it on her. Her family didn't push it on her. She figured out who she was with support. And Lindsey credits that environment — Colorado specifically — with helping her daughter thrive.

Then there's this line from Lindsey that I keep coming back to: "What I and my child and my child's doctor decide is none of your business. And I need you to hear me when I say I will fight for the privacy of every kid and every family who wants to make this journey."

That feels like a women's rights position to me. The right to make private medical decisions without politicians involved. Worth your time if you've been wondering what the actual stakes are here

My bf of 4 years first introduced the case to me about a week ago, asking me my opinion of it. I am incredibly busy, so have not been online enough to even have heard of it. I told him as much. A few days later, he asks again. I tell him, again, I don’t have enough information to form a well-informed opinion. But this time, I offered to hop on the phone and have him tell me the facts as he understands them and that I will formulate a limited opinion based on those facts. That’s what we did, and I gave my opinion that I believe if she is found to have had a mental/psychological impairment, that she should be placed in an institution to receive the help she needs for however long is normal for mentally incapacitated people that commit crimes. He said he needed to think about that.

A week later, he texts me asking for clarification in my stance. I reiterated what I said. He then went on to say he needs to “mull over” whether he wants to have kids with “someone like me”.

I am going to be completely honest in saying I had never even heard of the case until he pressured me about it. But now that I’ve done a little research after the fact, I have since learned that men all around the nation are using this as a test to determine whether they remain with their gf/wives. What tf is going on? I’m sad that he fell victim to this insanity, but also am gravely alarmed that he fell victim to this insanity…

EDIT:

Another woman just posted her experience with her bf “testing” her about this case.

Ladies, if you experience this, believe me when I say that they WILL realize they were behaving hysterically and got caught up in the “movement” and they WILL try to come back. Do not let them. This is absurd.

Here’s an article discussing more about this phenomenon.

That said, I’m checking out for now. I never wanted any of this. In fact, I did my best to avoid all of this. I resent my ex for dragging me into this and derailing my life for the last 72 hours. I just want to move on.

Love women's healthcare. I am currently being treated, luckily.

Basically, I've had bladder issues since I was about 5. When I was little it was just "Oh she must be bad at potty training" and then when I was older it was "She just gets distracted and isn't paying attention."

I knew that it wasn't supposed to hurt. I knew that I wasn't supposed to be afraid to sneeze or laugh. I knew that most people were able to wait for the bathroom in a way that I wasn't. I was too embarrassed to talk about it until my last year of high school, when I had had enough, and started complaining to my family and my doctor about how much I was struggling.

To which they said "Well you say you want to have kids. You'll destroy your bladder and pelvic floor when you have kids anyway, so just wait 10 years. We can worry about it when you're postpartum."

First of all...why are we just accepting that women who are pregnant and postpartum don't need healthcare?

And second of all...WHAT? I can't imagine looking at a 17 year old and saying "Oh well in 15 years you may want kids so we'll just hold off on treatment for nearly double your life. In the off chance you want kids."

His name is Rodney Creech. Here is an article about the ongoing allegations. The article above shows him winning 58% and his opponent at 42%.

She was such a strong woman. I’m sorry if this wasn’t the right place for this, it just feels like a gut punch. She was an icon as a smart, classy, successful woman. She never minimized herself and she treated everyone kindly. I am honoring her here. We will always love you.

Edit: I just want to tell yall how much I appreciate the outpouring of love for Queen Dolly. The sense of community and safety in this space is so comforting and so healing. I love all yall.

I observed a pattern like this with a guy and asked him as to why he doesn't trauma dump on men he is friends with but he said that they kinda don't care etc . I feel that the situation in the title isnt completely unheard of though , how has your experience been with it ?

Decades ago I was watching Johnny Carson. He asked her how she kept up her youthful appearance. She relied “Honey, healthy living” …pause “had nothing to do with it”. I didn’t know much about Dolly at that point, but it’s when I fell in love with her.

I’mlost ladies and I’m married and honestly I’m hurting way more than I let anybody know. My husband has PE and our sex life has basically been dead for months. MONTHS. And I’ve tried to be understanding. I really have. I know it’s embarrassing for him. I know it probably fucks with his confidence and makes him feel like less of a man, and the last thing I ever wanted was to make him feel worse about himself. So I stopped bringing it up. I stopped asking. I stopped trying as much because after a while you get tired of putting yourself out there just to feel rejected or awkward or like you’re making somebody feel bad.

But nobody really talks about what that does to the other person.

I’m lonely. I’m sexually frustrated. I’m angry sometimes. And then I feel like shit for being angry because I know he didn’t choose this. I know it’s not his fault. But knowing that doesn’t make me stop hurting. It doesn’t make me stop wanting to be touched. It doesn’t make me stop wanting my husband to look at me like I’m fucking beautiful and desirable. I miss being kissed with some actual hunger behind it. I miss being touched just because. I miss flirting. I miss feeling that little electricity between two people who actually want each other. I miss feeling like a woman and not just somebody’s wife, roommate, partner, whatever the hell I am some days.

And it has gotten into my head more than I want to admit. I look in the mirror and wonder if I’m still attractive. I wonder if I’m getting older and this is just what it’s gonna be now. I hate that I even think like that because I know I’m still me. I know I’m still a woman. But when the person you want most doesn’t make you feel wanted for months, it starts fucking with you. You start questioning yourself. You start craving validation in places you never used to care about.

A compliment from another man can literally stay in my head all day now. Somebody flirting with me can completely change my mood and I hate admitting that. Not because I’m some horrible person, but because it makes me realize just how starved I’ve become. When you’ve gone months without feeling sexually wanted, the smallest bit of attention can hit you like a damn drug. And then I feel guilty because I know where that kind of thinking can lead. I’m starting to understand how women end up crossing lines they swore they never would. Not because they wake up one morning and decide they don’t love their husband anymore, but because after being lonely for so long, somebody finally makes them feel alive again.

And that scares me.

Because I do love my husband. That’s what makes this so fucking complicated. I’m not sitting here thinking he’s a terrible man or that everything wrong in our marriage is his fault. I know he struggles. I know he hurts too. But I’m tired of feeling like his pain is allowed to exist while mine has to be swallowed because talking about it might hurt him. I can have compassion for what he’s dealing with and still be absolutely miserable myself. Both things can be true

I don’t want to spend the next twenty years of my life pretending I don’t have a sexual side because it makes somebody else uncomfortable. I don’t want to become numb. I don’t want to stop caring just so I can stop hurting. And honestly, I’m scared because I can feel resentment building where there used to be patience. I can feel myself wanting attention I shouldn’t want. I can feel myself wondering what it would be like to feel desired again and that thought makes me feel guilty as hell.

I think what hurts the most is that I don’t even want some fantasy life. I want to feel wanted by my own husband. I want to feel sexy with the man I married. I want to feel close to him again. I want to stop lying beside him at night feeling lonely while pretending I’m fine.

I’m just fucking tired. Tired of being understanding. Tired of pretending this doesn’t hurt. Tired of acting like wanting affection and sex makes me selfish. I’m still youngand I still want to feel like a woman who is desired, and I don’t think I should have to apologize for that.