Used to be you could get that shot of Val Kilmer on a t-shirt at Target.

Anyone else scroll up to check the byline while halfway through reading this one? Anyone else expecting the name Sandor Clegane? Just me? Oh, okay.

Same here, except with ballet. It breaks my heart to see how many people have terrible experiences with cruel teachers (and classmates). I have been lucky and in 24 years of dancing with many, many teachers in four different cities, only one has been cruel.

I just logged in to Nextdoor for the first time in maybe a year because of this thread, and oh my God, the first post I saw was a cat conspiracy. Spot on.

I spent the first half of my 20s in San Francisco where it’s always windy and foggy and summer rarely means temps above 60º, and I just layered everything I could both over and under the trendy clothes I bought, desperately trying to make them work. I looked like Grizzabella the fucking Glamour Cat but God dammit, I…

IIRC, they crawl along because Cersei insists on traveling inside a gigantic wagon-house dealie the size of a two-bedroom bungalow and it constantly gets its wheels stuck in the mud. Brienne’ll get there in no time.

The Bad Seed!

Hey now, we can butcher foreign (or foreign-esque) pronunciation on the coast, too. There’s a town near Silicon Valley called Los Gatos that is commonly pronounced so it rhymes with “floss GLADYS” instead of the proper way, rhyming with “dose HOT toes.”

Wow, I never realized I was getting off easy, but compared to this Watergate salad stuff, the Jell-O dishes of my ancestors were downright palatable.

It’s set in the fictional town of Santa Carla, which was based on Santa Cruz, where it was filmed. That’s about an hour due south of Santa Clara, on the coast. And it’s a weird little surf town. Santa Clara is more generic and located in the middle of all the tech towns.

Class of ‘00 here. Couldn’t do anything fun in high school because parents were constantly freaking out about HIV and raves. I’m not going to knock the fashions, though, because the style of everything being intentionally ill-fitting made it easier to fit in with my crappy hand-me-downs and cheap sweaters from Ross.

Glad you managed to have a nice high school experience, but it’s never been fun or innocent as a whole. For example:

I know a chick from L.A. who refers to SF as “SFO.” The fuck? I think I’d prefer even “Frisco” to that.

Nice! Back when I was a scout in the early ‘90s, we only got badges in the subjects of Bickering, Sewing, and Gluing Things to Other Things. I’m glad they’re doing more productive things now.

Thanks. I used to live in Logan Square, but I’m on the west coast now. We’ve got amazing outdoor spaces for hiking and camping (redwoods! Holy Cats!), but for big-city summer activities, Chicago has everyone beat.

Man. Summer in Chicago is 900% better than summer anywhere else. There’s so much to do and you don’t have to bundle up at night.

Yah. I’m actually super comfortable with dirt and grime in many other settings, like camping, or the gym. Something about BART germs though...

I always scrub in like a freakin’ surgical nurse as soon as I get home from BART.

Same. There’s nothing so pathetic as feeling like you’re a failure at having an eating disorder. I was pretty average-sized throughout my own struggle and even fifteen years later, I feel like I’m making it up because I never looked like they do on the blogs.