I still exercise in sweatpants and a cotton shirt like it’s the 90s. These clothes have not convinced me to change my ways.

Came here to say that. As a recovered anorexic, eating is the thing that takes willpower. (Also, if the only model of “recovery” you’re shown is obese, that’s...not encouraging.)

Same here. Typing up my notes a few hours after the fact allows me to flesh things out and rephrase, and I don’t have the distraction/barrier of a screen when first getting words on paper.

He thinks inbreeding is the best, classiest dynastic strategy. Like the Hapsburgs.

I like the name and it looks like a crazy-ass bird inspired by a blend of Dali and Jurassic Park, so I’ll take it if they won’t.

I started thinking the same thing in the debates, when he made a number of Rubio-esque pivots to his stump speech. High on intensity, low on detail.

Sidewalk coffee carts get the job done for half the price, and I don’t have to stand in line behind anyone who wants an intricately layered milkshake. GTFO my city with your faux Old World bullshit and let me get my caffeine fix.