33 from the South, and us, too - every holiday, these salads were above every damn plate!

Similar - I grew up in the deep South, and my grandmother (and dad) made us sandwiches out of bread, mayo, canned pineapple, and cheddar cheese. People retch at the thought, but I totally remember LOVING those during vacations on the Gulf Coast.

Correct. I started that shit with my move to a new job six months ago, and I’m redoubling my efforts now. Work to rule, ladies.

With you, and I adore your choice of name.

I did! I couldn’t believe it. I think I’m gonna full on ugly cry tonight, either way.

I’m just excited that she looks comfortable and shows all those kids watching Disney and its associated accoutrements that you can be a successful pop star while being comfortable and dressing for yourself.

Because my partner and I adore this show, we started watching “Twin Peaks” for the first time a few weeks ago to see if we could get the “‘Twin Peaks’ with rappers” vibe Donald Glover wrote about. I feel like I get what he’s saying, but Mr. Saucy doesn’t. What does everyone else think?

That is still, like, super fucked up. Thanks for the details!

I think they could have gotten away with “The Armoire” if they hadn’t thrown in the “we never had an armoire” thing at the end. I mean, the author says earlier in the story that she was told to put her toys in it and they ended up mangled and singed and she got blamed for it. It was so close to being both believable…

Not “creepy,” but the most terrified I’ve ever been in a car was when I was about 17-18, driving my 1988 BMW 528e (had to have been over 300k miles by then). I’m almost home in rural Alabama with the sunroof open when a dead bird falls out of the air and in through the sunroof. What timing.

For real? “A kid blowing his uncle for beer”? How in the hell house did they stage that one?

Agreed. I was hard in the “bad date” camp rather than the “you escaped with your life!” camp.

I’m interested in hearing the answer to the second question if you have time -

Tristan Thompson, per rumors.

You can totally find Blockbusters in Alaska - my mom is like their No. 1 customer. She lives her entertainment life like it is 1998.

I’m undoubtedly doing a bad job of explaining, then. I should note that it’s also a very small part of a fantastic and complex play that has absolutely zero white savior overtones.

Honestly, I think it was more that the entire movement was difficult for African Americans, especially commercially successful ones. It wasn’t about a white savior “getting” something while a member of the community didn’t; instead, it led to a long, uncomfortable silence about risking comfort, security, success,…

Dylan is the ultimate unreliable narrator whose entire purpose is to tell you that it’s okay to feel but that you can’t count on him to teach you how to do it.

I’m skeptical that the people doing the actual work of the Civil Rights Movement got fired up listening to “Blowin’ In The Wind” but I understand why it might have felt like vital spiritual leadership to people—especially young white men—who needed a phrase book for empathy and expression.

Took my little sister to that one when I was 20 and she was 16; I was a rabid fan of both, and I was trying to give her a major American music experience of a lifetime. She just took away from it “Bob Dylan just goes bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzz” every song.”