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Agreed. I know what goes on behind the scenes, and I don’t care because it doesn’t matter to me which house they pick; I just like seeing the houses. Well, mostly the houses in “International.” The cookie-cutter McMansions are boring, and I don’t bother watching shows that feature those.

I actually teach at a university in the South (well, Florida), and we technically only get a week, but my department chair gives us two, for which I am eternally grateful.

I’ve been here for at least eight years. I used to have a STAR. A GOLD star. Somewhere along the line I guess I pissed someone off, or I don’t comment enough, or something, because I lost it all. Everything. It could also be because I’m older than the general demographic—maybe they’re trying to discourage me from

This is only in the South? I think most U.S. universities do this.

Most of our lawmakers are idiots. That’s the basic takeaway from this (we already knew it, though).

As did mine back in the 70s. Most if not all were made by students or their older friends, and the authorities knew that. Nonetheless, we spent many hours standing out on the sidewalk while bomb-sniffing dogs patrolled the school and found nothing.

Holy crap, that one’s amazing. Even while in a fundie church I found Chick tracts laughable. That one is a prime example of the kind they published in the 70s. The newer ones, at least according to that website, seem much milder and friendlier.

:( I think you win, and I’m sorry you had to hear all that.

I’m never going to complain about my mother again.

Yes, it’s clouds!

I know this is anecdotal evidence, but my breast cancer was found at Stage 1 through a yearly mammogram when I was 56. I have dense breasts, and the lump was very difficult to find even after it had been diagnosed; my GYN did a breast exam the same day I had the mammogram, and she didn’t feel it. If I’d waited another

Good to hear. I went there in July when it was literally 102 degrees F outside, and there was a two-hour wait, and we just couldn’t do it. I’d like to go sometime, but two hours in 102 degrees just wasn’t going to happen.

Back in the 80s my then-husband and I were driving (he was driving) through mountains in Tennessee, basically a series of seemingly never-ending S curves. He was a good driver and was going fairly slow, and I was freaking out a little bit because we were so high (not drug-high, but vertical-mountain–high), and this

I’ve considered doing then but then ended up donating books instead because I can’t imagine what a pain it must be to mail the books. Do you have to go to the post office to do that? Because my hatred for going to the PO and waiting in lines would cancel out any profit I’d be making.

I have this problem right now where I work. The woman who sits next to me farts all day long. We’ve (I’m not the only one who’s noticed and is affected) taken it to our manager, and she sent out a generic email about “remaining professional by avoiding burping, farting, and laughing loudly” or something to that

I’m in the grays so you may never see this, but I’ve been through it and can answer some of your questions if you have them. I say “some” because not everyone goes through the same thing during menopause.

I came into this thinking you were exaggerating, but no, you are not.