It escaped my notice!! But WOW. Consider your story an honorary selection!

"Nailed it."

My job did this a few years ago. It's a federal government office. On the menu was "chitterlings and maw" and something called "Hopping John." Yes, this was all planned by non-Blacks.

relevant but peen filled:

True story: I was once catcalled by a toddler, so every once in a while they are actually flirting.

There was this guy today at the cafe, where we were the only two people in the room, and he kept on staring at me, while I was eating, doing homework, and using the phone. And as I was using Tinder, I saw his profile, it was quite racially charged and full of fetishization (think confederate flags, Yellow Fever,…

There were 1500 comments on this week's post—there was no way to go through all of them. In the previous weeks I have read them all, and I do not automatically choose the most starred. This week's selection does not reflect the most starred or most replied-to, either.

Can you imagine what Kanye would be like as an intern? I wish someone would make a reality show out of this.

That's just laughable. Kanye is not a clothing designer. Period. I heard a radio interview with him and he actually said that when you think of true couture that his name is front of mind. Uh huh. Right up there with Uncle Karl, Chanel & Armani. This is the man who rapped in a velour drop crotch gangsta outfit,…

.... Are they getting a renality show? Eh? Eh?

May I suggest a name? Organ Grindr.

I do want everyone to remember the real and biggest loser in all of this is Tyga, who spent his morning trying to convince people that he didn't leave his wife and son for a teen girl.

You're eating the wrong cheeses.

My grandmother, the only grandparent I ever knew, was like a second mother to me. When she fell ill, I was in the middle of a very strenuous college term, my senior spring term. I didn't go home to see her, though I talked to her on the phone and pestered the snot out of my parents for updates on her condition. I…

So many folks are making this argument, that the server should be able to anticipate how very stupid their customers are. Sure, easy to figure out in hindsight...not so much in the middle of a busy shift and when things like what a root beer float is are pretty common knowledge.

A friend of mine worked at a coffee shop and had customers repeatedly come in to order "chino."

'I ASKED FOR WHOLE WHEAT FOUR TIMES' made me cackle so loudly it scared the cats. She must be married to Mr. Monogrammed Thermoses.

I am a working cook, as well as an instructor at a culinary school in Canada. I regularly reference BCO in class, trying to prepare my students for the unbelievable fuck-wittery waiting for them out in the 'real' world. These poor kids have no idea what awaits them...

The "lady" in the last story sounds like a real half-wheat...

It's my first solo V-Day in 12 years. And honestly, it's sort of a relief. It's possible that I could be repressing and avoiding feelings, but who knows. Slept in, worked out, ate pickles, and gonna hang out with the fur kids and read/watch a movie/bourbon it up. Sometimes the thought of possibly being alone for the…