I don’t mind the people who use umbrellas on sunny days because there are not many of them and they tend to use small umbrellas.

This article was reading my mind Wednesday and Thursday in Chicago while walking to the office. I hate golf umbrellas to the very depths of my heart and soul.

There are other large cities where this speaks just as true. Chicago, for instance. :)

I dunno. I’ve been stuck in the hospital twice now for pulmonary embolisms and all the nurses except one in the general ward have been not fantastic - overworked, grumpy, some of my medications were forgotten (like my immunosuppressants which I do need to stay alive), etc. etc. The opposite was true in both the ICU…

My husband’s father still uses that terrible, awful, no-good, offensive term! He’s elderly and lives in Indiana, but one day my husband told me that he grew up saying that term because his dad used it so he thought nothing of it, until he got to college and realized it was offensive, and I gasped in horror. I had…

I have a severe vasculitic disease and there are people who have admitted that they are jealous of me for being sick. I think that’s hilarious because I have an aneurysm, I’ve had one massive saddle pulmonary embolism and one major pulmonary embolism, and of course my blood is all f’d up, and one year most of the skin…

Gotta be honest, when I had debilitating arthritis (Humira controls it), I loved -loved- my handicapped placard. It almost kind of sort of made it all worth it. Especially living in Chicago when handicapped placards meant you didn’t have to pay for street parking - since I didn’t drink and had the placard I was always…

He could have said Green Bay because people would recognize the name but he really meant Sturgeon Bay. It’s like when people say they live in Chicago but they really live in Niles or Des Plaines.

I’m pretty sure that living in Green Bay, WI counts as living one’s own White History Month, every month.

His box has a window! If I were a young’un living in SF, I would definitely live in a box in someone else’s apartment for $400/month. That’s a bargain.

Yes but his or her’s higher up had to sign off on it, and they had to have been either a Gen X’er or a Boomer, right? And should have known better?

Oh holy wow, flashback to the early 1990s when my mom totally fell for that rumor and there was no Snopes in existence and I had to discretely roll my teenaged eyes at her behind her back to say GAWD MOM THERE ARE NO GANGS IN RALEIGH, NC, DRIVING AROUND TRYING TO KILL ME BY BLINKING THEIR HEADLIGHTS.

They also moved to Rogers Park, which absorbed quite a bit of the section 8 applicants from Cabrini Green. There were some turf wars because of that and it was a rough summer, I remember.

Oh thank goodness - I’m not alone. Me too.

Growing up Catholic in the 1980s meant that my mom had those tiny feet on all of her tweedy wool going-to-church blazers with the giant shoulder pads. Memories!

Their K-Pop series was also hilarious and awesome. I love the Try Guys too.

That happened to me in high school (I am 42 now, so this was in uh...1991 or so) and I still remember the pain. Semen really stings! And also teenage boys sure have some shooting power. It’s okay to say that because I was a teenager at the time too. :)

I am a 42 year old (can I say straight? Or must I only say cis or heteronormative?) lady who has also never changed a diaper. While I appreciate children, it is more from a distance than up close.

32. Never been hit by a car or been to Planet Hollywood. I’ve paid my dues in suburbia.

All I can think is that hell yeah it’s at #3 because whenever I feel a pure level of awful due to hormones or sadness or a cold or ennui, those bland as ish chicken and biscuits make everything better. Plus wandering around the Cheezy Store afterwards for things I would never display in my apartment but I mentally…