Yes, and I often reread my own comments and feel a deep sense of satisfaction.

Sometimes! I’ve definitely used it to make calls or check the time.

Quite the opposite.

Though, TBF, my wife’s maiden aunt sends us a fat pre-inheritance check every other year or so. We usually put it towards a trip to visit her or fixing up the house.

Doris Hall, aka “The Solo Cup Lady”

Still know all the songs!

No, I mean both the shadowy organizations of which I am a member are already documented, as is the fact that I am a member of each.

At some point, it stops being a secret society and starts being just a society with secrets.

Sorry, all my conspiracies are publicly known.

I don’t. At some point, you’ve got to prioritize.

Playing videogames, mostly, but reading fiction is another. Cleaning open-endedly while listening to music, as well. Primal screaming.

They all work pretty well as long as I pick the right kind of videogame.

Besides statutory, there are other situations where the man “can’t say no”. Power dynamics that are coercive. Intoxication. Fraud (eg. purporting to use birth control but not doing so would be a form of rape.

Being sexually aroused is not consent to sex is not consent to sex, to clarify the mechanics of it for you. And consent to sex of one kind is not consent to sex of another kind.

Because one is actual ethnic cuisine, and the other is a stereotype.

Yeah, it’ll be the rest ofy life. We should’vbe been doing this two decades ago, honestly.

I’m not saying you’re wrong, just expressing my confusion: Don’t CUs also provide loans? Isn’t that their primary purpose?

Millennials are killing the idea of retirement!

a box of Whoppers

Issue would not exist if so. Non-affiliated voters who aren’t tricked into it aren’t seeking out party registration.

Odd that you highlight Illinois when Illinois does not record party affiliation when registering to vote.

Because there’s only one mirror world and all mirrors are windows into it.

I’m a waitress, used to have this amazing young busser I worked with named Beni. Beni was as American as apple pie, but like apple pie, originated somewhere that French is spoken.

One breakfast shift this woman comes up to me. The place is empty, she’s the last table before we close to flip the dining room for lunch. She looks around and hands me her tab in cash, saying “I didn’t want to leave it on the table,” in just north of a whisper.

Beni walks out of our server station behind me and her eyes get just a little bit wider. I calmly turn to Beni, hand him the cash, and say, hey Beni, can you hold this for me? then turn back to the guest and explain, very slowly and patiently, that in the future it’s perfectly acceptable to leave her cash on the table if she doesn’t want change because we’re all professionals and work as a team. It would not be an exaggeration to describe her departure as “scurrying away”.

I turned back to Beni and rolled my eyes. He just shrugged. I doubt it was the first time someone has acted like that towards him.

Neurotypicals look down on easy dopamine hits.

One that used to really grind my gears was “oh, you’re babysitting today?”

No, they’re my kids. I’m their father.

“No, I mean, you’re giving Mom a break?”

FFS.