My mother-in-law is starting the same trip down this rabbit hole that her mother did 25 years earlier, around the same age. Knowing full well what the old lady went through (as did her caregivers), she is fully aware of what is coming. It’s fucking horrifying.

I’m going to say this, and it’s going to piss off a lot of people, and I just don’t care. We spend FAR too much money on certain diseases that are 100 percent, easily avoidable just because they have a powerful lobby. Meanwhile something like this that just creeps up on anyone indiscriminately struggles for research…

Make that two.

I work with a guy who does this. I thought he was just an asshole, but he’s otherwise an OK fellow so maybe it’s cultural.

My wife is primarily of Sicilian extraction and she does this everywhere, to everyone, and is largely oblivious that most of us find it rude and annoying. It’s bad enough in social settings, but she does it with the doctor, lawyers, and other people saying important things. We fight about it every time we leave…

No, “polite” is.

I am old because I have not heard of any of these buzz bands.

I do almost daily.

Hmm. It is very possible my wife lied about this to get out of doing our taxes herself.

I live in New York City, and the last time we looked into this they didn’t have an e-file for city taxes. It’s worth the couple hundred bucks we pay our local preparer so we don’t have to deal with this it.

My wife is an accountant, and we still pay a preparer. And we have a pretty basic return - no rental income, no home office, no free-lance income, no wacky deductions. The rules are too complex, they change every year.

So are they homeschooling Drake the other 6 months of the year? And hardcore, to make up for the lost time? Or since they aren’t big on school, it doesn’t matter? Actually, it probably doesn’t since Dad has made a fortune playing baseball - it’s not like Drake will ever have to work.

Outer Boroughs of NYC is the way to go. I have a house with a yard and three cars. I can drive a half-hour to take advantage of all the cultural options of Manhattan and/or Hipster Brooklyn; then I get in my car and go back to my reasonably(ish) priced home. I can also drive to beaches, mountains, other cities,…

Hmmm... I’m not real big on the restaurant scene anymore. Let’s see...

There are very few pictures of me from the 90s that I look at and wonder “what the hell are you wearing?!”. (Though the plum-colored double-breasted suit for the engagement party was an interesting choice.) 90s clothes are pretty generic - plain jeans, khakis, button-downs. The 80s had some weird shit, like parachute…

You’ve nailed it. They’re good burgers. Nothing more. And the shakes are curiously bland. Yet people completely lose their shit over them, and are willing to stand on line for an hour to get them. Meanwhile there is a Blue Smoke outlet directly to the right of it, selling vastly superior food with barely a wait.

“What ballpark is known for its cheeseburgers”

Lifelong New Yorker here. I went out to Milwaukee for work and they took me to a Brewers tailgate and game. You guys know how to operate. Oh, those brats. Had 4 outside and like 3 more in, a bunch of beer, and then some frozen custard on the way home. I was ready to move there.

The novelty ice cream helmet is a joy. You can bring it home and have your own ice cream out of it (though I prefer a larger serving). It’s good for snacks like nuts and M&Ms. They are great dip vessels for parties. They make dandy kid’s birthday party favors. I poked a hole in the top of a couple and made Xmas tree…

Guy called me “White Boy” once like it was offensive. I was like “Dude, what, I’m 37".