I live in a veerrrrry liberal neighborhood (like, a Jill Stein stronghold) and as soon as it was clear that Hillary was the nominee, there was a very vocal “We have to take a stand against oligarchy! #NeverHillary” minority, to which the response was basically, “Yo, Hillary ain’t perfect, but I have a vagina and/or…

I had posted a “Reasons to vote Hillary” article on my FB feed, and a very intellectual hippie friend of mine replied “not convinced.” We spent some time on the “lesser of two evils” before he eventually wrote, “Oh, to be clear, I don’t love Hillary’s policies, but I’m totally voting for her as the only qualified…

My friend actually got a few of the middle-aged, conservative, suburban brother from his Freemasons lodge to admit they were afraid of black men.

Agreed. I spend a lot of time at my local hippie food co-op, and I see some really classy dreads (usually on Black people) and really nasty dreads (usually on white gutter punk kids).

That’s disgusting.

History says you’re probably right.

It blows my mind that people honestly think a large portion of the population, one already seen as a target thanks to the color of their skin, who have to warn their children not to wear hoodies/hold wallets/move their hands lest they be considered suspicious, would all be waving guns around willy-nilly around police…

I actually threw mine away a few years ago. They were in bad shape. But now one of my coworkers has been wearing them and I neeeeed to get another pair.

Which sucks, because I already had to give up The Cosby Show and I don’t want to have to give up The West Wing. And also, horrific child abuse.

I was in elementary school during the velcro shoe bonanza. During library hour storytime, if anyone was being distracting by fiddling with their velcro shoe straps (ffffttzzz, ftttzzzz, fttttzzzzz) the librarian would make the kid (or kids) take their shoes off and place them by the door to put back on after storytime…

My rich East Coast aunt bought the rural Midwest farm where her mother grew up a few years ago. She ordered tons of furniture from Crate & Barrel, (Apparently in an attempt to show the locals that you could “still have style” far from the city. It was a huge hassle. Now she goes to Walmart.) and she showed my dad a…

Speak for yourself. Poutine is a blessing, a cathedral in which to worship the sacred cheese curd and its holy squeak.

Honestly only skimmed this because I’m pretty sure I would have recognized myself at 16 and died of post-traumatic shame.

“Big Polluters are throwing major shade on solar”

I, too, am flailing for attention.

Me three!

Wanna hang out at the uncool kids table?

Oooh, how do I get that popular? And how do I know if I’m ungreyed? I think I am on Jezebel but nowhere else...So much confusion. I need to be at full commenting strength to fight against Leslie’s trolls.

Meh, I think that’s a natural reaction. I get disappointed when I find out my actor crushes are gay or married. Then I remember that even if they weren’t, my odds of hooking up with them hovered around 0%. And I continue having fantasy relationships with fictional characters and let the real people live their lives.…

My hope for these events is that they are greeted by silence. Nobody show up, even to protest (or “riot”, which is how Trump would spin it.) Just utter disinterest, leaving the news to interview an old lady just walking down the street to get groceries or a dad taking his kids to the park.. Trump supporters too scared…