The anglo American Jesus is the only real Jesus. The fictitious biblical middle eastern Jesus was a lie created by historical fact, historical facts are a known tool of the devil. The scientific method for example is a gateway drug to other luciferian trickery like reason and logic.

This is false. It is merely a shell, a ghost of what it once was. Greys died a long time ago.

She’s the straight to video Lady Gaga. Diet Sia. Made for TV Fever Ray.

I’ve lived in either Houston or Austin my whole life (except for one summer interning in ABQ). Plus my parents are from Albuquerque. So I have extensive knowledge of Tex-Mex and New-Mex-Mex (which is what I’m calling it even though probably everyone else thinks that’s dumb) but zero clue about actual Mexican food.

Tacos are solid, but soft-shell corn tortillas can fuck right off. They are the aspartame of food.

Amount of porcelain aardvark figurines?

I mean, shit, I don’t even DRIVE. I can continue NOT DRIVING because my husband does the heavy lifting of DRIVING whenever we have to DRIVE somewhere.

I have nothing to say about any of this....except that I love Romita Jr., but Christ Almighty, his style does not fit with Superman....like, at all.

“Sorry, but you have untrustworthy nipples.”

I don’t watch this sort of programming anymore because my husband is repulsed by it. Which is good. I guess.

Then you likely should have used “This is why *I* would wait”. You can have whatever opinion you want and I can respond, that is how the comments section works.

There are some. I’d say not as many as he makes it seem, but I’m not sure who puts them up and I know they don’t reflect the way myself or my South Carolinian family and friends feel.

You are not the worst. You are one of the good ones. If all parents were like you it’d be a far better place. Obviously you can’t help things going south sometimes but not ignoring it is the most basic responsibility of a parent when they bring their children into establishments that aren’t kid-centric. By being…

My wife and I consistently have discussions as to whether it’s worth going out to eat with our 2 and 4 year old kids. It’s a crap-shoot at this age. Sometimes they’re happy and distractable and other times they’re fairly inconsolable.

I appreciate your first hand account. I’ve only ever watched the Mexican National Team or Liga MX on television to see how their fans behave.

Let us agree at least that throwing bottles and bags of shit or piss at players is not a good thing, regardless of who you support.

Speaking as a parent, you love your pets more than anything until you have kids. Then they are just pets. I’m not saying that you don’t care for them and love them still, but it is not even close to being the same thing. In the end, this does make your decision on what you have to do easier, if you have concerns about…

You can do it! You just need a patient person and a big empty parking lot.

The new thing is teaching kids to ride with balance bikes, not training wheels. No pedals—the kid just gets used to pushing off and gliding. It makes sense, I think. The balance was the first thing I started to grasp, and once you’ve got that, it’s easy as hell to figure out the pedaling.