Most of us have learned (maybe by kindergarten) that everything is not about ME, that no one needs to know what I think about everything, and that shutting up and letting other people talk is a part of the social contract.
Most of us have learned (maybe by kindergarten) that everything is not about ME, that no one needs to know what I think about everything, and that shutting up and letting other people talk is a part of the social contract.
Speaking of....just who reads Newsweek? Ten minutes ago, I could not have said for sure that it still existed.
Umm...
That iPhone glitch is really easy to fix, Stefani Joanne.
Keegan Michael Key. Hot and funny.
My favorite fantasy of the last couple of weeks is that a new major character is introduced, maybe an operative 0f some kind, dorky yet brilliant, whom Clare finds oddly yet compellingly attractive. Playing the new character: Anthony Rapp.
MITCHELL!!!
Unless you’re a Trump, you have nothing to apologize for.
Very well put.
This is a commercial. Why respond to this?
I’m going to berate myself all night because I caught the “to” but didn’t catch the “tenant.”
Exactly.
IMHO, old people of all backgrounds are by far the most scared/least trusting demographic group. And I get it - certainly you’re more physically vulnerable as you get older (kind of like women their entire lives....). But then the damn local TV news gets them going with the SCAM ALERTS and COULD YOU BE NEXT????
Fazed. Not “phased.” Sorry to be a homonym truther, but I’ve seen this mistake before and I really don’t want “fazed” to be - well, phased out.
This son in middle school is the same son you’re worrying about??!? Doesn’t it seem a bit soon to war-game this stuff?
I had green streaks put into my dyed brownish blonde hair this summer, then I got a job interview with a Catholic organization that I never should have pursued. But I did, and I paid a professional $150+ to get the green (streaks, again, not all-over color) out of my hair. Took her three hours, and it did not all come…
Hopelessness. I was able to name it, finally, a few months after I had it, back in 1993. It was all too much for me, and I had no control anymore. No hope.
Lahey, not Lacey.
The use of the word superpower, in this case, is lazy and predictable Hollywood-speak. The observation that “older” women are essentially invisible, and that’s not always a bad thing, is remarkably perceptive, especially given the source. Probably doesn’t mean much in the long run, but I’m grudgingly impressed.
If he states it, it’s a fact. Right?