Yeah, I remember the Whole Foods pre-peeled orange debacle, and there were a LOT of folks with disabilities ranging from arthritis to paralysis to chronic pain to CP pointing out that they were unable to easily peel oranges themselves (or at all in some cases) and appreciated the product. I think this cauliflower…

And Kara Brown is a staff writer for it!

You’re welcome for being respectful. I figured you weren’t trolling, honestly, because I checked your comments before I commented back just to make sure and you sounded like an actual person. Not to be a stalker, but I always like to make sure I’m not ungreying people who are just going to be complete assholes about…

I would say it’s on the state to try to select vendors that are offering items that are of adequate (educational) quality for their inmates—if those vendors even exist, of course. None of this stuff even sounds educational. It doesn’t have to be the most FUN reading material ever, but it’s not teaching any skills…

Page 4. “An inmate may receive packages from approved vendors only.” Exceptions being family sending a wedding ring, release clothing and non-electric musical instruments. “Any other items” are considered contraband.

Okay, so I read it. Sure, no glass containers or metal cans! That’s probably a good idea! Okay, no underwire bras—shitty, but pretty standard. But how do you justify the book thing? What does that have to do with physical safety?

THANK YOU.

Note on this old post: Coggle is no longer completely free.

But if I don’t have a coffee table, how can my kid get a forehead scar to match mine from MY mom’s pointy glass coffee table?

There is a person upthread who is proud of the fact that she can’t pump gas and that she makes other people do it for her when she’s out of Jersey—and said she lived out of state for years and still never learned to do it. I find that sad.

THANK YOU. And I like cilantro. Holy shit. Maybe for a tequila drink?

The part that scares me is knowing WHEN to shift. And I don’t know anyone who drives stick who can teach me. Ah, well, I’ll put it on the bucket list.

As someone who can’t drive stick and can only barely parallel park, I think not being able to pump gas (and claiming you couldn’t figure out how to do it if the need arises) makes you a complete moron. It takes no spatial awareness, unlike parallel parking, and it takes no real skill, concentration, or special…

Also, if you’re having trouble imagining how your situation could be so bad that you might call a hotline, or what you might possibly say, Captain Awkward had a guest post on “what to expect when you call a helpline/hotline” from a volunteer staffer: https://captainawkward.com/2013/03/01/guest-post-what-to-expect-when-…

LW, from someone who’s been there: He will never change. It will only get worse. Leave now before he seriously hurts you. Go to thehotline.org for resources and help if you need to—and/or to your friend who’s been telling you to leave him! (There’s [almost] always a friend who sees it before you do.)

I figured as much, but it doesn’t make for a great start to the experience. (Neither did that Verified Fan game stuff, of course...)

Oh my god I had no idea. I will buy via the app from now on. I had the stupid pre-sale link thing, so I bought that way. They’ve just made it really confusing, and I am not generally stupid. There was, as far as I could tell, legitimately no option to see your fees prior to the final screen. And by then, you’re kind…

Plus, the Ticketmaster fees, stadium fees, breathing fees, etc. for two tickets work out to basically the equivalent of a third ticket. Which... they don’t really tell you until after you check out. At least, my mobile screen didn’t. I would have definitely bought cheaper seats had I known just how much I was dropping…

This shooting was in the D.C. suburbs. As blue an area as it gets. It’s not just Virginia.