“I wish I had a button I could push everytime someone calls a 20-cell speck a baby which would cause a large slimy poisonous toad to land on their face.” [context]
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Awwwwwwww, it’s soooooo cuuuuuuuuute!
The toad, I mean.
I wish I had a button I could push that would cause said 20-cell speck to implant itself into THEIR body, male or female.
Yep, that’s the size toad I had in mind!
Twisty, how hard would you dope-slap me if I mentioned that’s not a toad in the photo?
Here’s a nice poisonous toad.
Where did you get that picture of me retaining water?
That toad is cuter than a lot of guys I’ve known and probably has a better personality, too. Come here, cute toadie, toadie. As you gather, I’m pretty pissed at guys right now.
MSNBC says it’s a toad. I guess I should have known better.
Chris, what distinguishing feature(s) leads you to believe it’s a frog? I’m always curious.
Jodie, as always I’m willing to be told that I’m on crack, but that just really looks like a bullfrog to me. But Ron Sullivan’s housemate would be able to look at the thing and name it to species, geographic origin, and probably what its mother did for a living.
It’s hilarious that the reaction of so many people here - including myself - was “Awwwww, the toad, it’s so cuuuuute!” Babies - not cute. Toads? Awwwww. :)
Sweet. My Quote of The Day. I just had an exhausting ‘debate’ with an idiot who even claims to pagan about a woman’s body being her own and he kept tossing the ‘cells are a baby’ dogshit out. Gack.
~M~
Ah, I can’t look at this, I’m sorry to say. While I love the eloquence of Robin’s comment, I have nightmares of the toads who lurked in the woodshavings pile some summers ago to this day.
Robin rocks.
It’s hilarious that the reaction of so many people here - including myself - was “Awwwww, the toad, it’s so cuuuuute!†Babies - not cute. Toads? Awwwww. :)
I’m pretty sure that toad never tried to get anyone to turn it into a baby.
Weighing in on the toad/frog debate:
It’s definitely not a bullfrog, the body shape is all wrong. I would believe it is Bufo marinus or cane toad (the species given by MSNBC) but it’s definitely cuter in the photograph than many I’ve seen in person and the full on angle makes it hard to see the giant paratoid glands that make this particular species oh so deliciously toxic.
That being said, it’s very adorable indeed! I am unashamed in declaring my love for fat amphibians, especially toads.
I wish I had a button I could push that would cause said 20-cell speck to implant itself into THEIR body, male or female.
Oh yes, please! I wish the moral arbiters among us could have a moment (or 9 months 30 years) to reflect on their lack of choices. May they enjoy the stress of an unplanned pregnancy, its impact on career choices, financial decisions, and family dynamic, and the medically inaccurate information, infringements on privacy, limited access to medical care — pre- and post-natal, and exorbitantly expensive day care and schooling of their making. Bon voyage, moralists!
ooooooooh, yeah. Let them have morning sickness; better yet, make them HYPEREMETIC! Uncontrolled puking for 6 months! String-em up to an IV!!! In the hospital! YEAH!!!
Even better, how about a high risk pregnancy, with hyperemesis and bedrest. Let them be on medication known to cause birth defects.
And the coupe de grace: no insurance!!!!!
Thanks, Rabbit. That’ll teach me to mouth off based on first impressions.
Although science teachers claim that ‘frogs are wet and toads are dry’, there is no official difference between frogs and toads.
If it looks like the Common Frog, Rana temporaria, it gets called a frog, and if it looks like the Common Toad, Bufo bufo, it gets called a toad.
Charlotte Bronte, among other many less famous people, died of hyperemesis gravidarum. She was 38, and had been married for 9 months.
A letter from Mrs. Gaskell hinting that she advocated a therapeutic abortion, is extant.
This is an age-old issue. Now we actually have the tools to deal with it in a way that saves women from unnecessary death as a result of having sex. This scares the patriarchy shitless.
Thanks Grace - - I didn’t know that about Charlotte Bronte. I didn’t die from hyperemesis gravidarum, but I felt like I was gonna. I actually almost died from the meds they tried to give me to stop the puking (Tigan).
Abortion was offered to me and my then-husband as an option, but we decided to go through with the pregnancy. I was hospitalized, sick-as-a-dog and miserable for almost my entire confinement (and I mean that literally), and endured a high-risk, preterm delivery that lasted over 2 days. That was 14 years ago, before the great anti-puking meds for chemo patients were developed.
I used to think I wouldn’t wish that experience on my worst enemy, but now that the antichoice SD godbags are on a roll . . .