This article is all the thoughts and opinions I didn't know I had.
As the child of an abusive monster who was 100% married to my mother and never cheated on her, eat your own words and STFU.
I once google image searched something totally innocuous (I think it was South American forest or something) and an image of a dead child on the forest floor came up. Really graphic, really terrible.
Lovely! A phone I will drop twice as often since my stubby little girl fingers can barely hold onto this one! It's marvelous how we're moving in the direction of things I can only use if I stop, set everything down, sit at a table, and hold just that one thing in the ideal position.
Yeah!? Maybe!
You're right, it is ad hominem. We avoid those fallacies because they aren't persuasive—they might feel good to the person using them, but they weaken your argument. People can point out that you're relying on bad logic and disregard your real point.
I'm a woman and I like all the chapters. >_>
This post articulates beautifully so many things I've been feeling.
Oh great, now I'm glad my cat only violates my socks while meowing really low to get our attention.
I too was conceived (but not born) our of wedlock and my parents were recently divorced. I'm sure my mom was worried that it was something people were saying about me, but you and I know better.
I admit that sounded like a really weird come on.
Small children are literally incapable of common sense.
Our respective childhoods would have been maddeningly dull if we'd had to be within ten feet of our parents at all times.
D: now I'm an attractive nuisance.
No man, you just always knew you were irresistible.
Hah, flattery will get you everywhere. ;p
I don't know. We had to do an assignment when I was in sixth grade where we came up with positive adjectives to describe ourselves for every letter in our name and then hang the lists from the ceiling for parent-teacher night.
If it weren't for you, this thread wouldn't have been half as entertaining. :)
It reminds me of that episode of CSI when one of the investigators was looking at his date's skin cells under a microscope and asking his colleagues to offer their thoughts. "I might mix my genes with this person" or something.