This response perfectly encapsulates why I decided not to vote for Bernie. He might have great ideas, but he and they exist in this Vermont*-bubble La-La Land divorced from reality. In this election year, in this climate, rainbow and pixie dust are inappropriate and dangerous.

Exactly. I don’t really need a cane, but there are times I will carry one if I think it’s going to help me get a seat, etc. I resent having to fly a flag.

Well, I now have the shortest hair I’ve had since 1985 (my husband actually said, “your hair looks very 80's now”), and I absolutely love it. I have arthritis, so not only does this look cute, it’s way easier for me to deal with.

I have arthritis as well, and there are times I just want to make a sweatshirt that says “FUCK OFF I HAVE ARTHRITIS” and then sit down at the front of the bus and glare at everybody.

I’m the school secretary/office manager for a small, private school. Every morning, I pick a word and put it up on my whiteboard as “The word of the day”.

Same situation for me. Thank you for articulating it so well.

Agency nurse? Doctor that travels?

I have super-curly hair, and me and my Jewish friend in elementary school would come in every day with super-tight braids, and just look at each other in sympathy.

I’ve got similar hair (Merida’s my avatar for a reason), and this week I just hit my limit with dealing with it. I’m seeing my hairdresser on Thursday and we’re going to play around with Matty’s cut (from The 1975), even if he is a boy. =P

Except Rock the Vote for the ‘92 election really did get us all out to vote. I was 20 and it was the first presidential election for which I was eligible to vote. I know everybody my age was very excited about it.

Age of Conan has an active battle system—it’s free to try, you should check it out.

I’ve had drinks of mine spiked—probably with roofies, judging from the effects. I was very lucky both times—the first was at a gay club, where the staff were friends and knew something was up (there had been a guy following me around all night, who then got harassing. This was in my 20's twenty years ago, when I…

Actually, no—-he called himself that.

He was in Vancouver’s Pride Parade last year. The route goes right past our apartment, and he waved to me up on our balcony. I got swoony.

You forgot “Boombox”.

I was 10 years old in 1982. I miss 80's fashions desperately.

Now I need eye bleach.

Her body language really makes me wonder if there isn’t something more sinister going on there.