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My mom went from small enough not to notice to “big enough so you can pick them out and not eat them” on a regular basis. Like that helps.

I’m a fashion caveman. I was trying to think of something a metrosexual city guy might do. “Clean Carhartt” was formal wear in my hometown.

Yeah, I grew up in a place where the “men were men” and spent a lot of my youth wondering if I was gay and didn’t realize (despite being frequently called fag or queer or whatever) because I didn’t like shooting things or tearing up nature on a 4wheeler. Then I grew old enough to realize the gender stereotype may have

Saw Bo Bice with BS&T last year. Sort of felt bad for him going in, when Underwood is a major star and he’s playing small venues. But he sang great, had a ton of charisma, and really seemed to like performing those old hits. It seemed to work for him.

The pony hawk.

Well said. Whenever I go anywhere with my idiot SIL, she’s always claiming great “gaydar” based on whether a man looks well put together or wears a fashionable scarf or any other stupid factor. It brought home how ingrained some of these dumb ideas are.

Here we have a trans-cis alliance opportunity forming, as I’m cisgender and utterly terrified of prison as a soft man what would be an easy target.

A couple years back, I was rolling along on the main city street, pretty well blocked in by traffic on all fronts. As traffic opened up a little, I saw flashing lights behind me and pulled to the side so he could get by. Except he was stopping me.

“coherence over in-group signaling.”

I’m pretty sure Bonnie had a hunting rifle and not a shotgun.

So suddenly it occurs to Magneto that maybe being nicer to Polaris would have been good for his old age care requirements...

I can’t even imagine.

By two weird internet strangers. At least.

My mom is a difficult person. She is a product of many of the worst things about our society. Woman not allowed to get education due to “what was proper”. Child of alcoholics. Child of mental illness. I love her dearly and she’s never been truly and openly maliciously abusive.

But this research probably led to looking at some pics of Prince Harry, and that’s usually good.

I did that with GH a while back—wife is a lifelong viewer and I come from a CBS soaps family, so I had to study up. Rabbit hole was crazy deep that night.

I generally prefer to stand, anyway, because then it’s easier to get away from random people who try to talk to me.

Somewhere along the line, he became Rick Reilly.

You’re entirely right, and I knew that, and hence my post to have someone kick me back into the fight because I knew it wasn’t right.

I grew up on those. And now you have made me hungry.