So this means we’re finally going to have a big push to ratify the Equal Rights Amendment, right guys?

Maybe it’s God’s punishment for voting Republican.

But... I like dressing like a Muppet.

You know, in many parts of ancient Eurasia, the custom would be to sacrifice the king, since he was the most important person around, and that would help to pacify the Gods.

My incredibly lame-ass regional junior high wouldn’t let us out of class. I had told my parents this would happen, but they didn’t believe me. Otherwise, I would have been allowed to stay home from school with a pinhole camera.

Fortunately, many of the eclipse tourists will be the kind of Rugged, Outdoorsy Nerds who know how to read a paper map, bring our own snacks, and pee behind a bush.

My company is rolling out a “virtual workforce” plan, supposedly to attract and retain skilled people. We all know it’s because someone saw dollar signs for not needing as much office space.

It was during the 90s. The correct terminology, which we were all instructed was the only socially acceptable one, was “African American”. Of course, this was living in the boonies, where there were only two black kids in the entire grade.

I’m sorry, but does this story seem super fake to anyone else?

Jesus. This is why you need those nosy neighbors and Jehovas Witnesses. How does no-one call in the fire department for a welfare check on something like this?

Well, maybe things have changed, but when I was a kid, we learned The Pilgrims and the Indians every year in history. Over, and over, and over again. Perhaps we could have a curriculum that covers ancient civilizations, the Roman and Ottoman empires, Mongols, etc, and work up to the Revolutionary War, then do more…

I dunno, I once signed a lease filled with illegal terms because I needed a place to live, and it was a place that was seriously short on housing. I lived there for five years and never had an issue, but you bet your boots I would have lawyered up on that sleezy as hell document if I’d needed to.

Wannabe Trumps.

Not enough tacky gilding for the Tangerine Twit, I imagine.

T travels around. Just avoid brewfests and I’m sure you won’t cross its path...

I had a similar doughnut from a food truck in Vermont. It was amazing.

This article made me really want a cannoli. Partially because doughnuts give me a stomach ache, alas.

Oh dear... I hope that poor kid never has a chubby phase in junior high, or her life is going to be hell.

This reminds me of when I lived on Mission Hill, and there was this ice cream truck that used to park in one place and play Turkey In the Straw for 3-4 hours at a time. We would have napalmed that sucker if we could.

I... think I love it? Not the clothes, those seem meh. But that is the kind of ad campaign that gets my attention.