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The challenge over lifestyle differences I can get. But what’s a dealbreaker for me is two characters who don’t even really like one another. They have no interests in common. He kisses her to shut her up whenever she tries to talk and has utterly no respect for her as a human being. The only thing they have is that

I’m glad this kind of teacher bullying is getting news coverage. I wish it would have when I was a kid. Jesus, the stories I could have told... I still carry hate in my heart to this day for the teacher who bullied me. A bad teacher can make a student hate school and taint the rest of their educational experience.

The nickname my other picked for me ended up not being the one everyone called me. Think something like “Marianne*,” where she intended to call me Mary, and had baby stuff made for me with that name, and I ended up being called “Anne” by everyone who knew me.

I fucking hate being hugged by anyone but my husband and my dogs. But I always have to do “duty hugs” when I visit his family. I grit my teeth and have to accept being hugged once upon arrival, and once upon leaving, by each person present. Which can be, like, five hugs in a row each time. I wish there was some way to

And it might be nice to return the Hopewell Native American artifacts to Ohio.

My husband works in state government. A couple of months ago, he was told budget cuts meant he’d have to cut 500 jobs from their department. For a couple of weeks, he busted his ass to try to find a way to save them, and he finally was able to do it. He found enough in the budget to keep their sector open for another

I don’t really find the timing all that suspicious. It was an experiment - an ugly, terrible, horrible human experiment - conducted by people who thought it would prove that “private industry” could do everything more efficiently and cheaply (at the cost of human misery, but who cares about that, right?)

I agree. This man needs to have a resting place where people can go to pay their respects. Not be passed around like a ... thing.

This is the best news I’ve read all day, and like you, I’m glad I lived to see it.

This is the best goddam news I’ve read all day.

That’s the best damn explanation I’ve read all day.

My grandmother hates Hillary Clinton. HATES her. Vehemently and bitterly. But when pressed, she can’t exactly express a reason for it.

We’re talking volume, here. More devices than would have reasonably been owned by two ladies having casual affairs.

Achaeologically speaking, shitters are one of the most interesting places. I know a guy who does digs in old privies around my city. They were often used as garbage dumps, and so the amount of information he can learn about a family is incredible. Their addictions (often disclosed by broken pipes, bottles that

I was never able to quit smoking until I took my doctor’s suggestion and went over to e-cigs. She sighed a little and said nicotine wasn’t the best thing in the world for me, but getting it through vaping was far better than smoking. She was so proud of me when I went to my last checkup and said I’d been smoke-free

I wouldn’t, unless there’s absolutely no other option. It’s just not worth the risk. It’s stressful for a dog under the best of conditions.

Oh, man, you guys should totally not be ashamed of your family connection. Everyone has a dark horse in their ancestry - I guarantee it. Supposedly one of my great-great-greats-ad-nauseum-uncles was hanged for horse thievery. I brag about him. Much more interesting than the line of respectable (boring) farmers that

Well, obviously God put that puddle there for a reason...

When I was a teenager living in Columbus, I did a mean and dangerous thing. I have never before confessed this, but here goes...

Gee, if only that logic could be extended... “Your dead fetus doesn’t trump her rights.”