As a Texan, I’m sick and fucking tired of my tax dollars going to defend these fucked up laws just so some backwards-ass motherfuckers can feel good about pleasing their shitty, woman-hating Jesus.

When RBG died, it was a foregone conclusion that abortion would be banned in red states.  Actually, it was pretty much a foregone conclusion the moment that Trump won the election.  But Hillary wasn’t “likeable” enough or whatever.  Sorry I’m still bitter that we threw away the courts for a generation. But I saw the…

My former coworker, who also drove a brand new Jeep Wrangler with a 4k lift kit and $350+/each Toyo Open Country tires. She complained she couldn’t afford to move out of her parents due to her nearly $600 monthly car payment.

College parking is generally a nightmare, and while this guy is kind of a dick I totally understand the frustration that led him to do this.

It’s common on campuses with limited parking, yes.

Yes, completely. But also ... how sad is your need to brag that you’re OK with broadcasting your dickness, while at the same time guaranteeing that you will be gleefully ratted out? Add dumbass to his list of character traits.

So do handicap spots, doesn’t make it better. Dick move.

As an EV owner, I hope his tweets lead to his car being impounded.

Yeah, $250 for an annual parking pass is fucking nothing. Dude needs to put his big boy pants on. UC Santa Cruz was 950$ a year, for a motorcycle pass. 

I once (in the Before Times when you would just put food out and everyone would touch it and breathe on it) (!!!!) was poking through the ragged remains of a homemade cookie assortment that was down to a few broken sugar cookies and some misshapen chocolate covered balls everyone else had clearly spurned. I bit into…

Now that you mention it, there might not have been any butterscotch chips in the ones I grew up having. And they were kinda just always there, so I’m not entirely sure what they were called, maybe just “peanut butter treats.”

Also a lifelong Wisconsinite, but I’ve never had these.  I’ve had a variant with peanut butter & no butterscotch (as well as the Kellogg’s butterscotch rice krispy treat mentioned in the article), but I’ve never heard the “scotcheroo” name until this article.

I’m an enthusiastic viewer of Finding Your Roots but it breaks my heart every time. When Gates interviews a Black subject, there is often a revelation toward the end when the guest grapples with the legacy of slavery and how it affected his or her family in particular. The idea that your ancestors were brutalized,…

Oh wow, I didn’t know these were actually a thing.  My dad made these for us all the time growing up (don’t remember the butterscotch though...??  But definitely the staple ingredients here were peanut butter, rice crispies and chocolate!)  I need to get my dad to tell me his recipe so I can confirm.  Also, we called…

in my neck of the woods we call them “Special K Bars” partially because Special K was used instead of rice krispies for some reason I never understood (“it’s Healthier!” I was once told as they added half an inch of chocolate to the top of the bars.)

I showed it in my classroom during Black History Month because it is the only source that shows the effects of slavery, Jim Crow, red-lining, imprisoning Black men just to rent them out as slave labor on generations of a single family.

I agree with you, but having all citizens understand their heritage, fully embrace their family their family’s choices, and understand the humanity in others’ families is completely counter to the goals of one political party and often counter to the top 1%.

I had these way more growing up in Wisconsin than regular ol’ marshmallow Rice Krispies Treats. I think that’s because showing up with these to a social function was viewed as a solid dessert offering effort-wise, while showing up with basic treats could get you a side eye indicating you phoned it in. I’m just…

My sister began tracing our ancestry back in 2008. We were able to trace our roots all the way back to 1852, when our foreparents were brought to Alabama as slaves from Virginia and South Carolina. It’s interesting to “shake the tree” and see who falls out.

My great-grandmother (GG) born in Georgia in 1909. She was very tall, fair haired and skinned with light green eyes and was “passing”.