" . . . the thing with which a man piffith. "

You're touching on the absolute weirdest thing about racists: they don't know they're racist. It's like the Dunning-Kruger effect.

Belief in Santa Claus does not make one feel superior or special . . .

"Why do you have sex?"

What you said, plus it doesn't matter what claptrap she believed as a wee slip of a girl. It's not as if she slipped into an ice ravine and only got thawed out last year.

It wasn’t a big deal back then . . .

This "she's an old Southern lady, give her a break" shtick drives me nuts.

"Shut up, Denise."

Are you being sarcastic? It's really hard to tell on the Internet.

Didn't simply try to pay an employee in beer.

The age argument bugs me as well (possibly because I'm close to Deen's age).

I really do want to believe her apologies, if only because people do change, and you have to keep the door open for that.

Christa Faust to write the script.

This may be too obvious to mention, but it has to pass the Bechdel test. Which means she's gotta have a friend, or even an enemy, with whom she can have a proper conversation.

I really do want to believe her. People can change for the better, and you gotta keep the door open for that.

Try this:

In the words of my 82-year-old mother: Of course we're heterosexual. Why else would we put up with this crap?

I'm old and white, so just to be clear: we're talking about ponytails/pigtails with AA hair, no? I.e., the easiest, neatest hairdo for hair over a certain length? And black kids at this school aren't supposed to do this?

I read someplace that about halfway through the construction, they finally put nets up under the Golden Gate. It was cost-effective too—work went a lot quicker when the men weren't constantly worried about dying.

The rule of thumb used to be that costs would include one life per million dollars spent on heavy construction jobs.