Yeah no, he needed to be fired for being a truly terrible English teacher. In the interview he literally claims he can’t understand the difference between the context and meaning of the hard-r slur and the ironically repurposed slur. He says he “needs help” understanding it. Motherfucker, that’s your whole job! How…

I’m just so thrown by the bizarre way she is sitting that I can’t process what she is saying.  How is that the best shot they could come up with?  Does this woman not have a desk?

Yeah, that was a very lucky landing, her butt lands on a collapsible part of the shelf (as opposed to, say, head first to the floor).

It may also be that colleges really don’t see skipping grades as a positive. Lots of students *could* skip grades, it’s not like every class in junior high and high school is full of crucial information. With a parent behind them pushing them hard (and probably twisting some arms) it’s really unclear what the value of…

Heh, I hate the Square-type interface that asks me if I want to tip on something that I wouldn’t even consider tipping. Makes me feel cheap.

One might ask why fatalities per crash is even relevant.  I guess when 150 people go down we pay more attention, whereas you can’t put every person who dies in a car crash on the news.  But...that’s about it?

...so that kind of sanctimony is mostly a thing of the Pabst.

I don’t know, that kind of makes sense. It’s the “if a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it” logic.

I think people have gotten Budweiser and they realize that no one Coors.

I’m gonna be that person who suggests that 30 is also time to get working on pregnancy if that’s what you want.  (i.e. way earlier than the typical modern person is ready for.)  Infertility suuuuucks and every passing year makes it worse.

counterpoint - twitter sucks, dril sucks, you suck, that guy upthread sucks, and that other guy sucks.

Recently a bartender tried to take my glass when there was still a sip of delicious japanese whisky at the bottom. I literally raised my arms up and yelled “aaaaah!” to get him to stop, which wasn’t particularly classy but got the job done. I really wanted that last taste.

We were actually kind of shocked that L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon (in Paris) didn’t encourage us to sit around and drink alcohol after dinner. Once the menu was completed it was like “here’s the check, bye!” High-end restaurants just don’t do that in New York.

Due to the primitive nature of the technology the dial has to be set to that year.  Otherwise we’d be smothering the Trumps, Hitlers, Fallons and Billy Joels in their cribs with pinpoint accuracy.

OK, the year is 2043. You are convicted of a crime and drafted into a 12 Monkeys-like program that will send you back to 1985 to murder an influential person and change the course of history. But, they give you a choice of target - one is future entertainer Jimmy Fallon and the other is future real-estate mogul and…

I feel like Richard Kelley breaks the rules for a “post-A career” because there isn’t much of a career to follow.

Yeah and it makes reasonable sense to expand the menu - now they are a little bit more like a diner (or Friendly's without the Ice Cream.)

I like the way you are like “the facts are all wrong, this is unfair” and yet you don’t know what the earlier function was. This mysterious other commitment where a “I don’t care do you u” jacket made sense.

It’s kind of weird to me that nobody says Bud.  But yeah, if I’m in a place with a beer list that is stuck in the 1980s ima drink a Bud.

Back when I actually had the time and energy to read the New Yorker, I would always dive into the movie reviews first. If the review included gratuitously “sassy” passages like this, I’d say “wait a minute, is this Anthony Lane?” and check the by-line.  If it didn’t, I’d just read all the way through and assume it was…