Yeah, I wasn’t there for that but I certainly remember that mall. (My parents took me to South Street Seaport a few times as a kid for the tours of the old boats).

Ha! Or maybe they ended up in Brooklyn because of some high schooler. ;)

It was the early/mid 90’s. It definitely wasn’t because of that though. This church was very supportive of the LGBT community and often advocated for people with HIV/AIDS. The gospel choir director, who I absolutely adored, died from AIDS when I was four. He was beloved by the whole congregation and was one of the…

Oh, I don’t regret it for a second. Though I’m sure at least one commenter will tell me how mean I was. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I am laughing so hard right now. That’s amazing.

I haven’t been, and honestly I don’t know if I ever will. There’s a lot of reasons I think I’d find it distressing, and the selfie thing is certainly one of them.

Huh. They might have given it to me because the family we were there with was Catholic? I don’t know. I know very little about catholicism. My parents were both raised Catholic and went to Catholic school. The result was they got married in a Unitarian church (that went over well) and then raised their daughter in a…

I was normally so helpful! I liked disproving the “New Yorkers are jerks” concept, but that time I was a total asshole.

You might be right. My church also had grape juice instead of wine, passed out to everyone in these little thimble sized glasses. We would down it, and then stick our tongues into them and show them to each other because we found it hilarious. Then, after service we’d run to the kitchen (where they brought the…

My friend’s dad made excellent challah bread for communion, and it was so delicious that all of the kids would take giant hunks of it when it got passed around until we all got yelled at.

Mentioning the 9/11 gift shop always makes me think of this.

Today I learned that eyelash perms are a thing.

We’d have nuclear war before the end of week 1.

“I feel it’s really important that we make fun of everybody,” she said. “I think [what] brings us together and unites us as people is that we can poke fun at all of us.”

I walk through the subway station a few times a week, and even that’s bad enough.

I suppose that “#SkinnyAcceptanceButIt’sOkayToHateTheFattiesThey’reWhalesIsn’tOurNameClever” was too difficult to remember.

Nowhere did I say it was a feminist move, it’s not. It’s a career move.

Wait, I’m sorry? What were you talking about? I don’t think your response made tit clear enough.

Though sometimes the masters level gets totally screwed. I don’t qualify for my state’s financial assistance program because I’m at the masters level, doesn’t matter if I’m at a public or private school. But I can sure as hell borrow that money at those interest rates!

I mean, maybe. Honestly, I’m not really offended, just confused by the tone. I guess it just seems click-baity, which if it is, then I suppose it worked, I clicked.