I've only ever heard it referred to as the Tomahawk Chop among Braves fans; it's such a douchey thing to see in person, and then you get chided for being the only Debbie Downer in the stadium who steadfastly refuses to do it.

Ahhh, memories! (I haven't lived there for a while.)

Psssh, we like to think of it as Successfully Asserting* Our Right-of-Way.

Plus, it depends on whether the use of "yankee" as a pejorative refers to a northerner or to the House of A-Roid. If it's the latter, you're probably hearing it from a Bostonian, and it has nothing to do with carpet-bagging or hatred of the northeast.

Soooo, while we're at it... can we talk about this shit?

Jesus Fucking Christ, how is it that the concept of Redface-Is-Bad so difficult to comprehend???

"Hey America, this is Sean Hannity, everbody's favorite <purses lips dramatically> doooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuche."

YES.

True dat, though if I'm paying for the portions, I'm just as likely to shovel everything (including the leftover bread if they put baskets on the table) into a to-go carton. Doggie-bag hash for breakfast is pretty freaking awesome.

More like Taekwon-Duh, AMIRITE??

To wit, these depressing statistics.

I totally buy the don't-use-dessert-as-reward-for-eating-veggies strategy, but I do like raising kids with the mentality that food is not something to be wasted. I wouldn't want to fuck a kid up with a draconian clean-plate mentality, but Mr. Denim and I were both raised to think about our portion sizes so that we…

DIVA.

Right??? Cannot WAIT for Hell on Wheels to start up again.

I was thinking the same thing.

I agree wholeheartedly; maybe a good revision could be "I'm an adult in my mid-twenties who should start preparing to deal with a lot of crappy adulthood things that family and friends can only do so much to help me through."

The random pair of laceless sneakers that one of the models is wearing just KILLS ME.

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