I responded before but just to elaborate on a factual assertion:

The solution if one disagrees with her is not to bring a Title IX claim. That’s what this article is about, by the way. Not whether or not she’s a good feminist.

Wait. Wait wait wait. No one is commenting on this:

The professor expressed some stupid ideas. The students made stupid *actions*. There’s a difference. Nobody would mind if the students published their stupid ideas in a response in the school paper.

So instead, we should bombard them with radiation until we get a mutant that does what we want? The fact of the matter is that GMOs are a more accurate and safer way of introducing DNA you want into plants. In fact, as the article points out, a GMO food is more likely to have only the DNA you want.

I wait tables, and here’s the thing, I get less mad about people who go out and just can’t tip well (because the bill is too high, and you can kind of see it in their faces). I try to just say, Yeah this sucks but I gave them a nice night and everyone deserves that once in awhile. But what kills me, are the people who…

Gee, I wonder why people who work and live in heavily military communities often have an unfavorable opinion of the average servicemember, while people 500 miles from the nearest base whose closest relation to the military is their stepbrother’s nephew who did 18 months in the Coast Guard and got an other than…

One year from now Matt Heflin remains dumb, uneducated, and unemployed. Support from family and friends has run out. Rent is due, the fridge is empty. Facing homelessness and starvation, Heflin’s last option is to join the military he so hated. The recruiter laughs when he steps through the door.

If you can’t afford to tip appropriately, you can’t afford to eat out.

At this point, Quicksilver—who is so fast he can run into a room, grab a dude’s gun, take the gun apart, and line up all of its bullets in a row on the table in the space of a smash-cut—could probably do most of the work, instead of sending murder robots around the world.

That is probably because its what you are used to, more than it tasting better/worse. I for one grew up on Kraft Mac and Cheese(-related yellow substance). I like good Mac and Cheese as well (my wife’s aunt makes a killer version with 4 kinds of cheese), but to mind and taste buds, it will never be what I think of…

Because a woman too drunk to consent to sex is not threatening anyone and not breaking any laws. Because a man too drunk to consent to sex is also not threatening anyone and not breaking any laws. People too drunk to give consent are not initiating sex. Lack of sexual behavior is not a crime.

Let’s be honest, I put enough faith in your ability to knowledgeably take me to every location in Baltimore where it is filmed as I do in the Wire being a factual document. Which is to say: None.

Because generally the ordinance is made to be extremely prohibitively hard to comply with and permit are granted or not granted on a whim.

You have inspired me!

Not teaching players how to actually play the game isn’t some inspired design choice.

Damn, I even remember that cover. MK2 coming out was HUGE, and it was an even bigger coup for Genesis owners, because now we could FINALLY take it to the SNES kids, because your copy has sweat! Grey sweat! HAHAHA. Ah.

I always found it sad that Kintaro was pushed out of the picture (mostly) after MKII. Not only was he probably the hardest boss in the series, he was way cooler than Goro because he was also a tiger.

I don’t believe I called anyone a rape apologist or chewed people out over this particular story (I did about one soon after, though), but if I had I would stand by it even now. People weren’t doubting her because there were holes in her story, they were doubting her because they’re fucking rape apologists. They were…

Having grown up mixed-race in the South, I have come to suspect that the Southern Friendliness (tm) that people sometimes refer to is really an outgrowth of that small-minded tribalism you mentioned. People in the South can be very welcoming toward strangers but only as long as they’re the right color. If they’re a…