Oh please, please, please! I lived in Austin for 5 years (and yes, Austin is great, but it's still Texas), and my husband's from Dallas. He was horrified that I just didn't automatically know when Texas Independence Day is. I didn't even know that was a thing, and I have an MA in American History. But I'm from…

Oh, goddammit woman, if you're going to say it, say it right! It's not "colored people time," it's CPT or CP Time.

That's.... not how CP time works. This is why I have to leave St. Louis. The white people here are unbearable. They ruin everything...literally. Thank God I lived in University City for the majority of my life. Those white people I can stand.

Last time Gawker did a post about Olive Garden there was a large thread of very angry people insisting that they had experienced the best Italian food available in both Italy and New York, so they could say FOR A FACT that the (literally!) frozen/microwaved crap Olive Garden serves is every bit as delicious and…

If one more person tells me the history of "St. Louis Bread Co." I am going to explode. You think I don't know? I know. I know more than you think I know. I know this fact so well that it is engrained in my brain for eternity. I could get severe memory loss, forget my name and the names of my siblings, but I would…

Vitriol implies anger. This is a cocktail of mockery and pity tinged with disgust.

Every time I hear about a delay due to sun related issues I wonder how we all haven't died of stupidity.

I know people who prefer Olive Garden to really good Italian food. Doesn't mean I think their opinion matters.

Yeah. We always had a 'Yay Missouri' week to convince us we weren't living in the worst state ever and waffle cones are something everyone loves, so they were a common focus. Like we made fake ones out of construction paper and had ice cream parties.

Am I the only one who read this as "Crotchspreading" at first and got really excited that an angry woman was going to give men the what-for? I was really looking forward to that.

All I could think of while watching the video was "... but, if she's crocheting she wouldn't have needles. She would have a hook. Why would he write that?! WHY".

I've commented above that I used to stay late at one job because I got more done - not because I am an inept monkey, but I am an introvert who is sensitive to stimuli - such as ringing phones in the office, people walking around and chatting, etc.

Let me join in the chorus of Fuck Her. And I'm not even speaking as a working mom (though I am that), but as a goddamn human being. Expecting people to work until 10 PM for no earthly reason? GTFO with that shit. Unless you are literally doing heart surgery or preventing a nuclear meltdown, there is no reason for…

I am VASTLY more productive than I was before I had my daughter. I have to be, since my schedule does not allow for overtime except in pre-planned situations. I am seriously my best self because of her. I don't think this is necessarily true for every parent, but for me it is. I'm way too prone to laziness to be…

It's OK if she screws up a little now. In fact, it's good. I actually deliberately let my now 15 yo son kind of flounder in middle school because I wanted him to know that he COULD fail, before it actually mattered (high school). He is also gifted, but tends to the lazy. I think he got a B, freaked out, and it never …

Just be a good parent. School grades are so temporary and not an indicator of success for everyone. She is much better served by a loving parent than a taskmaster. Don't worry about it!

My boyfriend told me a story about how he first learned about the fragility of life. He was visiting Cabrillo National Monument on a class trip, and he learned that Cabrillo (the man) fell down, broke his leg, and died from complications a few days later. He realized then that it was possible for anyone to die at…

When we were shitty little kids, my mom sat us down and enthusiastically said, "Let's make a list of all your favorite things! What are your most favorite toys and your favorite things to do?" After we excitedly told her these things and she wrote them down, she put the list on the fridge and said, "Now, next time you…

Oh they were the worst, those year 7 b.c. kids. Always tearing through town on their donkey carts blasting that damned loud Lyre music.

Yes. Basically the way I've tried to look at it is this: My daughter is the world's worst troll. If I get angry, then she wins!