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They could have just as easily been talking about ordering Subway, agreeing to a wine tasting in Vermont, voting for Trump, getting a colonic, forgoing your child’s vaccinations, asking if you think Cosby is innocent, getting your opinion on the moon landing hoax, inquiring if you have a black friend, gauging your

Huh. I read it completely differently. I read it as don’t let someone bully you into doing something you aren’t sure about. If you want to say no to the D, then for gosh sakes, say no.

I stuck with it til the end and found the rest amusing, but not enough that I’d say you should try again. Neither character has a single redeeming quality, which makes it very hard to root for anyone. I don’t think we’ll watch season 2.

Actually though, I am getting terrified for this election. So many people are fired up for Trump, and will certainly be voting in November if the primaries are anything to go on. By contrast, I feel like liberal-leaning young people aren’t going to show up at the polls at all if Bernie doesn’t get the nom. In fact,

I call my sister Vaper when I want to get a rise out of her.

Why is Zendaya the person people feel the need to pile on lately? She seems like a perfectly lovely non-controversial young lady to me.

Leslie Jones has been the most refreshing addition to this cast. She is hilarious.

I believe it. The girl may irritate the hell out of me as a person, and every time I see her I want to yank that stupid hair off, but she’s got a lot of talent. Acting as well as singing, neither of which I could say for that useless, whiny, overrated little rat Timberlake.

I’m reading conflicting reports about it now. There doesn’t seem to be a consensus. Some say storks, some say Jesus, others put it on other species such as birds and bees. I’m still not sure I believe any of it. I mean, like I said, I’ve never really seen or met one and like your response, it doesn’t make sense.

In the end, it’s not about whether the sexual act hurts or not—but whether the drive to perform the act is stronger than any perceived negative consequences of the act. For most species it is not even possible for members to contemplate the consequences of the sexual act, so it is irrelevant whether it hurts...

This makes me actually want to have a kid and not find out the sex in advance, forcing my inlaws to buy green and yellow toys, wood blocks and books and outdoorsy things that any kid could enjoy. I’m sure that’s a dreamworld though, and they’d find some way to make it hell.

I’d much rather him pop up everywhere and be a celebrity for being an astrophysicist and you know, actually doing something with his life rather than seeing more coverage of the Kardashians.

We had to do this with our middle child, who is severely allergic to peanuts. It required a lot of consciousness raising among the school staff and other parents, and it definitely ruffled some feathers among parents who thought it was their god-given right to send peanut-butter snacks into the classroom if they

I didn’t mind the way she handled the karate thing. And I thought it was awesome how receptive the karate teacher was to the criticism!

That karate anecdote really hit home for me. Karate was my life from ages 10-16, when I finally got my black belt. However, once thrown into class with the other black belts, most of whom were men in their 20s, 30s, and 40s, I quit within six months. Why? Because they made inappropriate and sexist remarks about my

And as a mixed raced child who had a white mother who took every single racial and sexist battle - and won them, I’ll say: the exhaustion is worth it.

When my son was in kindergarten, I consistently spoke up as the parent of a kid with autism, bringing those issues into conversations, and I worried that it would mark me as the Weird Mom, but after a couple of years I saw attitudes changing among the parents.

They will absolutely appreciate it.

I had a pot dad in the 70's. He made an off handed comment to a neighbor mom about getting high. The rumor spread like wildfire (ironically, the song he usually played while he was smoking) that he was a “druggie hippie” and consequently, no one was allowed to come to my house after school or for sleepovers.