Here's the thing though, I don't think it matters if other people find my sexual tastes "icky". Like, who cares, really? It's something that should only matter to me and my sexual partners, because it all happens behind closed doors anyway.

Oh, they can live their lives as they see fit, as long as they don't hurt anyone. I'm being hyperbolic more than anything.

Read my post. I said so long as it's on hand or not difficult to whip up. As I've said in at least a dozen other replies now, if they didn't have any, all he had to say was "we don't have that." Not "I won't give him that."

Let's breathe, cause this is getting into nitpicky territory. As I read it—and perhaps I read or imagined too quickly—the storyteller didn't make it sound as though acquiring ranch would be the huge pain in the ass for the chef, but rather that he didn't want to because he's the chef and he knows best, damnit. Which…

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Dear lord, no, they shouldn't run out to provide something that's not in the restaurant—that's common fucking sense, and in that case it's easy enough to simply say, "Sorry sir, we don't have ranch dressing." But fancy place or no, annoying customer or no, perfectly cultivated cuisine dish or no, if a shitty guest…

He wasn't a friend. I had zero contact with after ripping him a new asshole. I think they are still unmarried because he is too big a pussy to commit. I, however, married my lovely GF of 15 years once gay marriage was federally recognized.

I kinda agree with you on this one. Just give the man the fucking ranch dressing. However, I assume the chefs reluctance to provide said dressing has something to do with the degree of asshole the Junior VP of Monogrammed Thermoses LLC brought to the table initially.

True, but one must assume that substitutions will be requested—even ones the chef may find offensive—in any restaurant. It's part of the business. We can't go changing just any element of any dish for the very reasons you stated—a menu does indeed exist for a reason, and more casual restaurants can print 'no…

It says right in the article that she filed a police report. But, sure, a protest against campus mishandling of sexual assault is totally bullying.

These are men who consider themselves against sexual assault, and are shocked to find themselves accused of it.

Then why include it? If it's not relevant to the post you're tooting your own horn for the sake of it. If it is relevant then the only way that's the case is as an example of what a good contentious person you are and well...

The essay did not ask her to apologize, it asked her to sit down. If she didn't want credit and wasn't being defensive, why did she feel the need to post the comment in the first place?

You're entire posting is a request for awards for being a good white person.

Would you have said the same thing to the white Mississippi freedom riders?

People like you are the reason that I, a woman into more masculine activities like technology and video games, was terrified for years to wear skirts or admit I liked girly singers or anything that would single me out as "girly". Because people like you will immediately write me off, tell people that I'm not smart…

I feel so terrible for your daughter. Having a father who uses what he sees as his child's shortcomings as a bargaining chip in a debate would make life really hard. Maybe if you gave her more credit and believed in her a little more none of this would be the case. If she read this and saw how lowly you think of her…

Think about what you just said: "being a girly girl has nothing to do with femininity." That doesn't make sense. Of course it does. That's what we mean by girly girl—a person whose gender performance is especially feminine.

Hey, it sounds like you're a great parent, and I don't want to bring you down here, but I think it's really worth pointing this out. You talk about getting your daughter to "avoid the girly girls who only define themselves by what the boys like." And you go on a lot about exploration and risk and STEM-type stuff.

I've lived in Milwaukee for 4+ years now, and routinely do 80-85 on the highways you're referring to. I do it alone, and without inciting a rolling riot. They leave me alone.