I'm still bitter about the Women in Science set having been made in such a limited edition that it was sold out well before it was released.

That's why I'm so dumfounded at finding out that so many white women feel free to touch black women's hair. Most of us have had strangers (usually men) nonconsensually touch our hair, and it's fucking creepy. How could someone who has experienced that go on to do it to someone else? And yet so many do.

I seem to have suddenly stopped liking Girl Scout cookies (I've still got two boxes of Thin Mints from last year), enough so that this year's purchases were for five boxes from one troop to put directly into the hands of returning soldiers, and five from another troop to go directly to a food pantry.

I do that too.

How I love the flagging button with the "hate speech" option. I've flagged two hateful comments already.

Wow! Pete looks just like my Byron! I'll post photographic evidence later!

Don't forget that the resort will be closed for repairs and remodeling during their peak season.

I think those are eyes, hung by their optic nerves.

I read somewhere else that he'd dealt with that possibility by turning the freezer off. He'd thought of everything!

Jesus, how much affirmation do thin white people need? Nearly every ad, billboard, movie role is not enough for you, you have to see yourself reflected in the look book of every single designer?

I thought the woman loudly cracking her gum through an entire play was the worst, but your flosser might have her beat.

You left out the eggs. The eggs hold it together. And not that much butter; that's crazy talk.

Chess pie is fucking delicious. The one I baked last night especially so.

Clearly, Brown slapped him so hard the bruise traveled to the other side of his face, but not so hard that it made it all the way there, leaving only some slight redness. Just another example of black people have magic superpowers.

I feel bad for him. In particular, I feel bad for him not facing life in prison.

I will confess to putting my backpack on the seat beside me. In my defense, when the train pulls into a station, I put that pack on my lap or between my feet until everyone has boarded and taken a seat.

If I had the option of ranked voting, I'd be all over that. In the winner-takes-all system we've got, rational people vote for the not-appalling candidate who has a chance of defeating the appalling candidate. Because we're not stupid.

You mean like in Maine, where a majority of the voters voted for the Democratic candidate, or the liberal independent candidate, and they've got another four years of reactionary asshole? Good job, third party voters!

Southerner here...I'm not sure, but one of my best friends, when confronted with a plate of polenta, cocked an eyebrow and said "It's grits. Fancy grits."

And force the mother to hand her baby over to religious nuts?