I’m down with this. I lived in London during the Troubles, and the papers and news shows there barely mentioned the many bomb threats and actual bombs. It was all very “You will not be fucking up our lives, thank you very much.” I was in a class when someone came in to tell us there was a bomb threat across the street…

I’ll bet they did a test not-live first so as not to get any unpleasant surprises.

No, totally correct. Margaret sucks.

I just bought that so fast.

I just bought that so fast.

Try THIS hypocrisy on for size: http://freethoughtblogs.com/pharyngula/201…

Roman. Numerals. Vs. Arabic numerals. $XX bill. THE MORE YOU KNOW.

Well, for one thing, you typically leave your towel on a particular chair. Even if you can’t tell which towel is yours, most people can remember where they were sitting.

I don’t know why I’ve held off for so long. If I really cared to stay in their good graces I wouldn’t have laid tracks out of town the minute I graduated.

Right. Which sometimes makes me pause for a moment when pressing my cause, to wonder if I’m doing the same thing. Then I say NAAAAAAHHHH and press on, because I’m human, and lying to ourselves about our biases is what we do.

“1000 people have said they experienced it, but this one person has said they haven’t, therefore the other 1000 are lying” is my favorite. That’s what I’ve been dealing with on the Facebook this week after I finally decided I wouldn’t stay silent while all my friends from my conservative hometown went on their jolly…

FWIW, I have a couple of friends who are smart, compassionate Republicans! I have no idea how they can continue to justify voting for the tools their party puts forth, but they are legit lovely people.

I’m already faint enough from having to see “sex” and “Roger Ailes” in close proximity so many times.

My friend and I go every year, but his passion outstrips mine even— he goes to the national competitions. Calls himself a Corp Whore.

ORLY? The day I found out my mother had died I tried to cancel my meetings for the rest of the day, only to be told that they were too important. And later my pay was docked because I’d taken too many days off to sit by her deathbed and attend her funeral/clean her house/etc. This from a company where I used to sleep…

My husband and I joke about how often he has probably suggested this, kind of pretending to be kidding, but not really, while his poor campaign staff does whatever they can to stop him from hitting a line of speed and announcing it on Twitter in the middle of the night.

Yeah, I love the sideline basketball camera people who basically get run over and just keep filming

Pete is the soundtrack of my life. I love the way he says “Gir-ul-friend” like it has three syllables.

Yes.

Well, I also have had a gun to my head (in a mugging). And my husband owns a gun (a target-shooting sport rifle). Those things are completely different in my mind.

A perfect summary.