Hey, her target was speaking foreign, was black and was wearing a Muslim head-covering. What was she supposed to do, faced with such brazen existing-while-not-being-a-white-Christian? As a good American, she was practically forced into action.

Nope. It was Swahili. Got a few minutes? Learn to say, “Hello,” in Swahili. It sounds nothing like Spanish.

Can you imagine if an American was assaulted for not speaking Italian in some tiny village in Italy? Or for not speaking French in some petit town in Burgundy? Or for not speaking Japanese in Hokaido? Fox News would use it as justification for nuking the impudent foreign bastards. But no, this type of xenophobia is an…

This is only tangentially a food story, but it ends up in a Starbucks, so there you go.

Nice that these are for the most part positive stories of celebrities who haven’t let their fame turn them into entitled assholes. The Kevin Smith one in particular was awesome. (and poor Salman Rushdie! I both laughed and felt bad for laughing.)

Not directly related, but I always found interesting how Colonel Sanders (or “Uncle Kentucky” as he’s known in Japan) is viewed in Japan.

My favorite anecdote is how celebrating Hanshin Tigers Baseball fans threw a local Colonel Sanders prop into a river after winning the Japan Series title in 1985... prompting a…

I really, really, really want that look to be remorse, but I’m guessing it’s “THIS IS WRONG, WHY AM I THE ONE IN JAIL, THIS WORLD HAS GONE TOPSY-TURVY”

Maybe it’s me, but it looks like Kim Davis’ Minnesota born cousin... With contact lenses don’cha know...

Now this whole story makes sense.

I love that in her mugshot, she looks like she was crying. Bitch, you don’t get to cry when you smash someone in the face with glassware. Fuck you.

Looks like they’re examining the possibility of hate crime charges, because duh. (pics of the victim in the article, she got banged up all right.)

A couple of reports state that the husband was similarly incensed at the Swahili language crime against humanity taking place at the other table.

“There I was, enjoying a light repast at the Applebuddies club, engaging in a fine and stimulating discussion of Amanda McKittrick Ros’s brilliant use of simile and metaphor, when suddenly what should assault my ears but some jenny foreigner defiling the rarefied air of our great nation with her native tongue! Well I…

Intolerance? In a haven for respect and peace and love like Coon Rapids, MN???? Well, friend, I’m shocked.

Or perhaps two people with similar bigoted ideologies found each other and got married?

Not to be an armchair psychologist, but I imagine the woman who would do this is also probably an abusive spouse who has squashed everything in her husband’s life.

We actually have a codeword in my family for sex: “Polka.” Because when I was little, my bratty older sister asked me what I thought sex was, and not wanting to give her the satisfaction of embarrassing me, I replied, wizened by many a soap opera viewing:

Filed Under: RUBBING BUTTS

I had a book called “Mummy laid an egg” which pretty much summed up sex for me from about the age of 5 or 6. It explained a) how babies were made and b) that adults have sex. It had pictures like this:

Until I had sex ed I thought “making love” was just kissing someone while laying down. When I learned that penises existed and were involved I was horrified. It did not occur to me until even later after that, that making love meant sex and that penises were involved.