I dissent.

Word. And there’s no choice but to just cut them out of your life. It’s sad, really. I love my sisters but I hate what they did to my mother.

Grief truly brings out the worst in people. I haven’t had contact with my older sisters and their families (and there are a lot of them—I have adult nieces and nephews with families of their own) for more than five years, over how they behaved when my mother passed in 2009. Just one of the thousands of shitty things…

I feel you. I’m a straight lady married to a dude. But I if I were face-to-face with Tig I would lose all coherent thoughts and just beg her to marry me. She’s amazing.

You know I’m not sure. It very well could be. I never met him, just relating my friend’s experience. She met interesting people all the time, somehow. It was a talent she had.

That’s awesome! Also, surfing is really fucking hard.

A good friend from ages ago told me she dated Flea for a time. Said he was very bright, and quite the gentleman. She thought the world of him. Pleasant surprise for a guy who wears stuffed-animal pants!

I was apparently at UT Austin during the same time as John Hamm, Matthew McConaughey, and Renee Zellweger, and saw ZERO of them. Renee and I both graduated in 1991 with English degrees. Nope, no recollection at all.

but the hand that used to rock Ashton’s cradle keeps getting in the way

I work with a woman who not only kept her last name when she got married, her son has her last name and not her husband's. The explanation? His last name is awful. I can dig it.

YES, this is what I got for Easter as a kid! A giant chocolate egg. We did hard-boiled eggs, dyed with Paas, OF COURSE. My dad hid them in the yard and we’d do a hunt. Sometimes more than one! Because, fun. Then we’d eat the real eggs and slowly savor the giant chocolate one. Those were amazing.

It’s actually (from what I’ve read) from the German tradition brought to the US in the 1700s! So it’s totally right-on as far as Easter traditions go. Also, sounds fun. http://time.com/3767518/easter…

Man, when you screw with Wheatsville...the original dirty hippie hangout. That’s sad. I also used to listen to Eklektikos! Guess I should be grateful I was there during the good times.

Your description is perfect. One of my old friends who still lives there said almost the same thing. People who destroyed the place they lived (LA) moved to Austin, with plans to do the same.

Austin, Texas native here. I’m one generation away from forced segregation. Both my parents attended “whites-only” institutions. I moved away 10 years ago, almost 11. I have family there, and friends I’ve known since I started first grade, and I miss all those people. I haven’t necessarily made the same connections in…

At least he was committed to the concept?

​transformative love of Jesus Christ

That’s an awesome story about your brother. More kids should tell sadistic teachers to fuck off. In a nice way, of course, like he did. There was so much shame mixed in with physical education! What the hell people.

I’m gonna guess these knuckleheads think everyone in Billy and Suzy’s school should be forced into compulsory prayer, before the day begins, to their one true sky wizard. Along with their belief that no one should take an optional class meant to help flexibility and relaxation. The mind, it boggles. I wish I had yoga…

WAIT A MINUTE. I had a boyfriend break up with me, while I was in the hospital with my kidney stone, because he “couldn’t handle it.” GOOD RIDDANCE, FUCKER.