oooh. Sounds good.

ok, please, please, please explain "biscuit". Because the custard creams I'm picturing are clearly Really Not Right.

I dunno, I thought that one was actually awesome.

Hey, hang on, wasn't Cinderella's *mother* dead? Wasn't her dad under the thumb of the evil stepmother? Like Hansel and Gretel?

well, they do. And a lot of the time, good, smart kids from a variety of ethnic backgrounds say shit like this to each other while sitting around in a group and laughing like drains.

I want some sun flour, please. Will it get through customs

oh, I know they're awesome, but - how much time do you have to spend practising to be that incredible? Do they have time to be kids?

no, but at best they're deluded.

people on the autistic spectrum very often have an extremely poor understanding of what is/isn't socially acceptable, and - more importantly - why it's unacceptable. I had an autistic child present me with a story he had written about a kitten that he had named after me being lost in the woods and (I quote) dying a…

Autism is *not* a mental illness. Though if parents persist in telling their kids how worried they are about this young man, he's likely to develop depression.

And, at least for me and my friends, when that happened we were too young to perceive it as anything other than normal. "Ah, you're frigid." "Note, I just have taste." And you move on. I genuinely can't imagine that balding with the genders swapped.

society has normalised a lot of things. Misogyny, racism, homophobia, anti-semitism, islamophobia, whatever it's called when you can't stand people on benefits.

aside from the misogyny and control aspect, you mean?

This tainted beef you give me

is this a Margaret Atwood novel?

oh, fuck. I thought this was going to be a fun quiz that told me my place as a woman. What is this sarcastic feminist nonsense?

conspiracy theories about Dolly's tats? How bored are you, Jezebel?!

go home, America; you're drunk.

C'mon. Tell me you don't assume your five year relationship is an indicator of anyone else's, be it five years or twenty five. Please.

and invite me. You forgot that bit.