That's what I thought too. This is pretty obviously intended for people to share, not eat alone.

Damn you and your comment. Now I'm curious about this "pre-made heterosexual cake" and why it's heterosexual. What if we just think it's heterosexual, but it just doesn't conform to our ridiculous stereotypes?

Yeah this sentence strains the bounds of credulity.

Yeah...I'm not sure what she was thinking.

I had someone tell me that I didn't really look brown (I'm a first gen Canadian of Indian heritage), but could pass for a white person with "a really nice tan", as if I should be happy to hear that, and it was something to be desired...

Being held accountable should mean making them face the truth of what they did, and what it means. Avoiding certain terms and labels, because of the level of discomfort some people feel when they're applied, dilutes the lesson and message being conveyed. At 15 or 16, these girls should shouldn't be coddled or…

That's terrible and hilarious at the same time. My mom's name is Pushpalatha, but she shortens it. It apparently means something along the lines of "flower on the creeper", which is kinda nice imagery, in my opinion.

I honestly don't know where she got it from, specifically. I think it is an Indian name (I'm of Indian origin). I just shudder to think of the bullying and horror that would have been my life if she had gotten her way.

You will not believe me, but my mother wanted to name me "Peelu". I wish I was kidding. My dad stopped her.

Yeah, I feel you. It started for me when I was 10. I was a tall 10 year old, so I'm not sure if they knew how young I was or not. I usually just ignore them after giving them a disgusted look. After pretty much 18 years of this, I don't have the patience to actually engage with these people...