I suppose it’s possible some kids have smart phones/tablets/other non-computer things that can access the internet but can’t be used as word processors, and don’t have computers.

I could see this being a problem for students who don’t have regular internet access at home, and I hope the teacher was considerate of them. Otherwise, this was definitely the right decision.

I see no reason not to crack open a Bold Rock in his honor.

I once fucked a guy who had IDK like 5 tattoos? One was a female anime character with (shocker) giant boobs and not a lot of clothes, and it was on his forearm. The others were all dragons of various sorts. Shoulda been my first clue.

The Incarnations of Immortality series was an important part of my sexual awakening when I was 13 or so.

A few years ago I reread the series as an adult, and holy balls it is terrible. I feel bad for my brain for putting it through that.

I’m 31 and text in complete sentences. My 39-year-old sister (who is a teacher) does not. Go figure.

Yeah...he could never be accused of trying too hard. We’ve been together a year and a half and I don’t think he’s tried to be romantical more than once or twice this whole time. But then again, I don’t wear makeup ever and am trying to convince him we need a pool party wedding reception, so.

NGL one of the reasons I agreed to go out with my boyfriend a second time was his impeccable use of a semi-colon in a text. *shrug*

I am special, so there.

Their relationship was over (and they were living separately) for several months before we met, so not really.

Mr. Brotherjo’s divorce became final a month ago - yay! - almost a year and a half into our relationship. (He had been separated for a few months already and we thought it would all be settled within six months of us getting together, stupid courts.) I’ve never been married before. We live together and by all accounts…

If it becomes a hobby for idle white people, it’s going to get more expensive.

(I say this as a person who has been known to spend more than $25 on yarn to make a pair of socks.)

Nine years ago on Thanksgiving I killed someone in a car accident.

Boyfriend is sitting across the couch from me reading this RIGHT NOW and we are both very disappointed that the Aussie guy who fucked his date really loudly on the patio didn’t make the top 30.

I was once fired for being female (I was not a receptionist), and was told as such by the female owner. I tried to bring that up during my unemployment hearing but she denied it and there was no written proof so I couldn’t collect a single penny. That was in 2008 and I’ve moved on to bigger and better things, but…

The receptionist for my (overwhelmingly female) grad school program is a guy. He’s goddamn spectacular too.

I once had a male boss try to fire me from a restaurant because he thought I didn’t “fit in.” All of the women he had personally hired were very skinny with visible tattoos. I’m fat and my ink is almost always covered up. (A different manager had hired me.) Thankfully the front of house manager went to bat for me…

I used to be fairly insistent that sleepovers happen whenever I had sex with someone, especially the first couple times. By the time I hit 30 and met Mr. Brotherjo three weeks later, I was over that. The first time I slept with him I couldn’t stay the night as I was housesitting elsewhere. The next few times I didn’t…

Yeah I read it for my book club a while ago. Definitely provoked some interesting conversations about fertility and ethics and so forth.

I can handle kids preschool age or older. It’s the preverbal ones who don’t do it for me. Adopting is ideal for me because I can skip all that diaper nonsense.