If that was the case, it would have been pemmican and moose stew, not chips and salsa.

Great, now I’m hungry...

Bynders, bynders, burning bright,/ in Upminster set alight/ by some over-excited kid,/ hath knock’t out the whole power grid

I’ve been told that to not eat the little deep-fried end sticking out of a spider roll is bad manners, so that’s the only context in which she goes down the chute.

If he’s in his 50s, this might be more about losing youth and vitality than losing masculinity. I’m a fairly strong woman, and I get stroppy when men offer to carry things for me. The day some young man gives up a bus seat for me with a “ma’am” is going to be extremely difficult.

(just make sure their consent is enthusiastic)

She looks like an evil android that’s just been asked the meaning of love.

You are correct! I had a difficult relationship with my father, and as a result, I have become a fifty-foot-tall, six-and-a-half-ton sex worker. I tower over cities and crush houses beneath my mighty heels. Look upon my tits, ye mighty, and despair!

“...a meeting that requires heels” hurts my heart.

Ru is a vision, but I was a little disappointed when I realized this would not be a David Bowie cover.

I worked on a dig once where the supervisor insisted on a loo with a view in camp. We set up the thunderbox in a stand of spruce and poplars looking out over the lake. It took a while to get used to, and I still feel mild panic every time I hear a boat motor.

I’d hoped they’d explore the “time is a flat circle, everything we do we’ve already done” angle by using the same cast over a bunch of seasons, set in different places and times, with Woody and Matt playing law enforcement roles each time. Like a buddy cop American Horror Story.

When I was three or four, my mom straight-up forgot about me in a car. She parked and ran in to a house to return something to a friend, and just got talking and stayed for coffee. At the time, she had three kids under six and was dealing with my dad being a complete shitstain, so I can see how she might be a bit…

She’ll be ok, I think. There’s a whole lotta prayin’ goin’ on, but also shit tons of rituximab, so bases are covered. I’m glad your sister got better.

Ok, my very Christian mom is going through chemo right now, and you made me laugh out loud. Which is, like, the opposite of the degradation you crave, but fucking deal with it.

Somebody go find BurlIves’LeftNut and let him know about this plz.

I’m not sure whether I’m more upset that a chief of godsdamned police is ground down enough to essentially shrug off saving a woman’s life, or that the law and its enforcement are structured in such a way that he pretty much has to.

Your logic in discounting this article is flawed in exactly the same way as the logic used by the reviewer to discount Ingleby and Head’s paper, as described in the article. Sadly, I doubt that you’re a woman, otherwise the sexist fractal you’ve started here could grow into something beautiful.