It's a good thing I don't like men.

While many of the patterns do come from the land of Fug, the bags themselves are actually pretty practical. The ID holder my mom got me for grad school was literally loved to death and I've got a duffle that is virtually a Bag of Holding, but also serves perfectly as a carry-on, saving me untold headaches. You can…

While I don't like beer, I'd advise though who do to go for Anheuser Busch over MillerCoors because the Coors family has a long history of discrimination against LGBT+ individuals and donations to anti-LGBT+ causes.

While I wouldn't put it past anyone to take a selfie during surgery, I would like to point out the report is from CNN, home of such fine stories as "Ghost Plane: Was it Aliens?"

The one saving grace of working at High-End Culinary Store: for us Thanksgiving is as big or bigger than Christmas. So it can't get pushed to the wayside.

No, but they are making us listen to twee as fuck Christmas carols (and five hundred renditions of the same secular Christmas songs, because they don't want to offend anyone). And bombarding us with Santas and reindeer and trees and stupid movies about the magic of the holidays.

Christmas season technically is only Dec 25th-Jan 6th. Those were the original 12 days of Christmas. Anything before was Advent, during which no Christmas stuff happened, because Advent is for waiting. /Catholic school escapee

Ahahaha. Ha. I've seen Halloween shit up since the end of August. My store has its Halloween crap on display now. "Too early" is not a concept marketing departments understand.

Having worked the back end of a grocery delivery service, I can tell you the idea sounds far better than what the execution actually is.

Now, I admit I am totally pants with languages, but when abroad, I try real hard. It is amazing how far "bonjour", "merci", and "scusci" can get you, especially when combined with obviously floundering attempts in French. Generally someone will take pity on you and switch to English, even if their English is as bad as…

Well, they do, but they are usually raw and on rice.

On that note, several Roma people of my acquaintance have explained the verb "gypped" is offensive. I use "rooked" now instead.

My dad doesn't insist on ashes, but he does like his steak cooked unto second death and then adds enough salt to practically make it jerky. It wasn't until I was in my teens I learned what a properly cooked steak tasted like.

One of my favorite memories of travel is when my father and me went to England and went on a bus tour that promised "authentic English fare!" for lunch. I, having grown up reading Roald Dahl and the like, was expecting dreadful. My father, on the other hand, was excited and clueless.

No oatmeal? /obscure sci-fi novel reference

This is the kind of person who needs to be stealth-introduced to creamed horseradish. The *extra* spicy kind.

If they did swastika-prints, they would use the excuse "but it's an important symbol in Indian art!" It would be Nazis AND cultural appropriation in one offensive package.

The people who wrote this study have obviously never visited my undergrad college. If there was an Olympic event for procrastination, we'd take the team gold *and* all three individual medals. Hell, we even have songs about it.

I swear, the person who successfully combines the "wick away moisture" fabric and bras for everyday wear (not sports bras) will make a mint.

Um, excuse me, Trolls stick to REDDIT.