Why? WHY?

I don’t think he’s rich. But, yeah.

Exactly.

That’s exactly what I thought. He got off really lightly.

I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Been there. Oh, Kitchet, I miss you.

Cruel and unusual. To the dragons.

Everyone who likes civilization should hate those people. I’ve never worked in service either. You don’t have to experience the work to guess how hard it is and how shitty it must be to get stiffed all the time by assholes who think they’re being cute.

Holy sh it. That might just be the worst horrible-treatment-of-a-server story I’ve ever heard. Sure, there are worse things customers can do than fail to tip on a large check, but when you had told them about your mom and they actually had the opportunity to make your day a tiny bit less shitty by, you know, NOT…

For a certain kind of catharsis, can’t beat the Tallis Scholars singing Gregorio Allegri’s “Miserere.” The angelic descant just sort of CLEANS you.

Go Mom!

Wait, why? (Seriously asking. I’ve never thought about dress codes in that way and don’t understand.)

I think about climate change and figure there’s a good chance we’re all going extinct anyway, so —

No, you just have the worst Auto-correct ever!

I know, right?

It wasn’t a dig, it was just a failure to be either informed or funny.

And all your sleeping pads be thick and even and not mildewy.

Ha! No worries. We all misinterpret now and again.

Jesus.

Could somebody — I’m nominating you to start, wombats, because you have such an awesome username — explain his/her understanding of exactly what rape culture means? I sometimes wonder if we assign it different meanings depending on the contextual culture/institution we’re citing, and our feelings about that culture or…