Damn, you’ve been through the wringer. I’m so sorry for all you’ve had to cope with. After 20 years of lupus with a fuck ton of bizarre neurological complications, I’m full of sympathy for anyone battling any chronic illness, especially the ones that hijack your brain and make you miserable as well as sick.

I think the Red God is R’hollor. And I agree, the nature and identity of the divine is one of the biggest puzzles ASOIAF has to offer.

And you are a tedious jackass.

Don’t be rude, OK?

That was uncalled for.

Can’t understand it either. It’s bush league.

You’re being a giant jerk, here. Really. Cut the snark. Be civil.

Then why do the FMs talk about debts to the Red God?

Great piece!

I think the point may have been that the guests at a Nigerian wedding reception for a child bride may include neighbors as well as friends, and possibly even individuals who disapprove of child marriage but attend the wedding anyway to avoid hurting the feelings of the people involved.

What’s going to happen to her now?

Seestra.

Good luck! I really hope you have some positive experiences this summer!

But spiders are SO GROSS. I once saw a tiny, tiny tarantula on my car door and freaked the fuck out. I freaked out way less when I was BITTEN BY A BAT on my shoulder blade. (Until I realized that the immune-suppressing meds I took for my connective tissue disease might interfere with my immune response to rabies…

But they’re not eating humble pie. They are so busy being righteous and outraged, they’ve forgotten how to be chastened.

seconded

That really is rather elegant.

I want to tell my poop story!

Go Big Red!

If you’re done here, be done. Don’t slam the door on your way out. It’s bad form.