My mom's ring was my dad's grandmother's ring; a few months after they got engaged, a co-worker told her, "well, maybe someday he'll get you a REAL ring that you can be proud of."
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well, I used to love my engagement ring, but now that I know I could have had one with my own face on it...
There's some good Spike/Buffy stuff out there.
Ok, anecdote time.
When my mom had cancer, a very odd but well-meaning lady suggested she go and get a series of coffee enemas, for their "curative properties," and then went on and on about how chemo is fake and everyone knows it doesn't really work, but if she'd just get those coffee enemas the cancer would disappear.
gotta be honest—I'm a Chiwetel Ejiofor fangirl. The idea of him as Bond sets me drooling.
yes. win.
"A school counselor, nurse, principal or assistant principal from counseling a student who is engaging in, or who may be at risk of engaging in, behavior injurious to the physical or mental health and well-being of the student or another person"...so being gay is dangerous?
you are full of win
My extended family is hyper-religious, and they don't like the whole environmentalism thing because, and I quote, "it's all lies from the liberals."
McKinley FTW!
it gets worse, apparently: "Law enforcement sources told Miller that preliminary and unconfirmed information indicates that the gunman was the father of a student."
what the...just...what the FUCK?!
Oh, I love that book.
Ooooh, yes.
Yep. Happens all the time. I either do a creepy-killer smile or just bare my teeth at them in response.
He also apparently found reality tv.
I thought Stephen Baldwin's career died because he's a bad actor?
Ooooh, yes. I grew up going to church, Christian schools, etc, etc. I was taught the same things as you—love your neighbors, be kind, don't judge, help those in need. But the condemnation of anyone who thought even a little bit differently (you're not a Baptist? You're gonna burn! You're not Lutheran? You HEATHEN!)…
Not sure when I stopped believing in Santa, but when my brother and I were in middle school we told our little sister that Santa had died when the elves revolted due to low wages and fed him to Rudolph. (yes, we were terrible kids) Then she shared that story in complete earnestness with her kindergarten class...