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One of the proudest days of my life was when this country elected a black president. I didn’t think it would happen in my lifetime. Since then, I’ve had many many many more days of just abject embarrassment as our country (and some of my family, dammit) have shown just how racist we still are. That he SURVIVES eight

As a white dude who has voted for our president twice and has deep admiration for the President Obama, I got teary when I read Larry’s remarks because my pride must be infinitesimal in comparison to Whitmore’s.

Having worked in student services in higher ed, I couldn’t agree more. The term has been hijacked by people who have no idea what it means or how it functions (much like “social justice”) and who have completely drained it of its original meaning. It’s become interchangeable with “political correctness” as an

I wonder what the public discussion over “safe spaces” would look like if we first all attempted to agree on exactly what a “safe space” is. Because I feel like this issue is an excuse for people to free associate on what it sounds like to them and argue over the feelings it inspires, instead of, like, concrete

That was my same thought. I scoffed out loud. A 150,000 word masters thesis?! From a kid who is currently like a freshman in college. And then that thesis is going to get published?! What the fuck is this professor smoking because I want some of it. A 150,000 thesis is like 600 double spaced pages. The longest masters

Patron saint of douchebags.

The fact that this scumbag is clearly being actively mentored by an idiot blowing smoke up his ass and convincing him (if he wasn’t already) that he’s a martyr does not bode well for Little Owen not becoming a recidivist.

Joan of Arc did not die for this shit.

..........Ah, no.

Calm your shit Voldy

I like to think Neville in the back caused that rather Hermione.

My son and I read the Harry Potter series together and finished about 2 years ago. We still find ourselves debating (among other things) whose death hit us hardest. For me it is always a toss up between Lupin and Dobby. My son, who was 8 or 9 at the time, quietly slid the book from my hands and took over reading as I

True, killing off Fred was braver than picking Percy or Charlie (and Bill and George had already been maimed a bit for the cause). But Lupin wasn’t a Weasley, so that’s a whole ‘nother debate.

Yep – she’s actually discussed this previously, and that was exactly it. She also said something about orphans and the legacy of war, etc, and explained that she felt an obligation to represent that.

Yeah, I assumed the same. Especially as Harry the Godfather survived like Sirius before him. That kind of made sense to me, but I’m lost as to how Arthur’s survival plays into it.

I forgive her every single death because she gave me a beautiful parenting gift - my children will do anything I ask if they get points for Gryffindor. They get 50 points each for good bedtimes. My life is exponentially easier.

I assumed that Lupin and Tonks died in order to mirror James and Lily dying. The cycle repeating itself.

Maybe it’s because I’m in the middle of my last finals week ever, but this isn’t working for me, Jo. This is like professors complaining about how much it sucks to grade papers right after they assign them. Don’t want to cry over a dead character? Don’t kill ‘em. Otherwise, own it and admire your powers of

George R.R. Martin on the other hand...