Goodness!

Watch a libertarian attempt to explain that women were much, much more free back in the days when they couldn't vote, own property, or enter into contracts.

Then explain to me why anyone still expects people to take libertarianism seriously.

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I was reading to Alex at bedtime tonight. Colin kept trying to grab the book, and I kept moving it out of his reach. Then he clambered carefully off the bed and left the room. I thought he might be headed across the hall to the study, where a bunch of his toys are.

I kept reading. It was quiet outside Alex's room - too quiet. So after a couple of minutes I went to check on Colin. When I called his name, I heard him on the stairs. I went to the top and looked down.

He had gone all the way down to the living room and gotten his current favorite book. Now he was carefully making his way back upstairs: lifting the book up a step, crawling up a step himself, lifting the book up another step. He beamed up at me. Because SURELY I was going to put away Ozma of Oz and read Peekaboo Morning now. Right? Right?! Now that he'd found it for me?

I am reminded that cuteness in babies and toddlers is a survival mechanism. He's been godawful with his sleep lately, and it's killing me, but ZOMG he is the sweetest sweetie imaginable.