So, the usual corporate shit, different day. Glad she’s out of it, I hope they don’t try to eat her.

Might be worth it if they’re actually comfortable now. The originals were worse than stilettos.

If you’re going to bother animating their eyeballs, at least make them be rolling their eyes.

I’ve got the Hoover Lynx. I like it. Some kind person provided repair instrux on the Amazon comments, in the off chance, and still gave it a high rating. I can fix things, but I can’t get past the Dyson price point. Also, for something so heavily invested in design, Dysons are painful to look at.

This article is in a similar vein regarding lost time, just popped up last week: http://the-toast.net/2015/07/13/emo…

Oh dear, you don’t think you’re the only boomer on here, do you?

So you’d gladly return to the values of 1900? Were you ever a cult member? I think the words “dignified,” “classy,” and most definitely “self-respecting” do not mean what you think they do.

I think that empathy is innate, it is a survival mechanism. Human children are too vulnerable for too long to come out of the box as total jerks and survive. Cruelty and intolerance are learned.

Yeah...I live in the San Gabriel Valley. There are a not insignificant number of parachute kids occupying entire “investment” mansions solo, or parked with an elderly relative, driving Ferraris to high school (public and private), and engaging in moderate douchebaggery in their precious little free time. Mostly…

She’s a patriot, removing a foreign flag from a state building. Excellent.

I did not change my name, and our 2 boys have my husband’s last name. I worked at their elementary school, so I am known as Mrs. Husbands Name because it was less confusing for kids. My name is on the paycheck, which is where it matters. :)

We’ve got 2 boys, I let them have their dad’s name, we followed his family’s naming convention for middle names, so my family is in there, too. If we’d had girls, that might have given me pause. I knew a fellow ages ago who chose a new family name with his wife, to just skip past all the hyphenation/who’s name…

I was in the last class to graduate high school as a Pekin Chink (google it). Could not wait to get the hell out, do not visit if I can help it. They still sell the “original” t-shirts at reunions, which I do not attend. Managed to live all over the US since then; wherever you go, there you are. Except Pekin. It stays…

This seems like a pretty goofy thing to do. After the political shitstorms she's been through, who knows what levels of paranoia seem acceptable, I can see wanting to have some control over her privacy.

Tranquilizer darts should be required on planes, drug interactions be damned. We'll be coming for that lot with pitchforks sooner than they think.

I've done this. It tells you what you need to know about people.

I'm not going to harsh on anyone's perv, we've all got our turn ons. One would hope this gal has had enough exposure for one lifetime, though. Damn. Keeping her activity on the down low could be a whole new world of arousal for her, if she just gave it a chance.

It's "Geena and <em>me</em>." (Sorry, grammar tourette's.)

This made me laugh, and I almost read it to my teens...then I realized that in spite of knowing they don't believe in Santa anymore, I wasn't ready to totally out Santa—for myself.

My parents weren't atheists exactly, they started out trying to show us how to be catholics...but they got disillusioned with the operation on the local level and their interest just petered out right about the time I decided the idea was bunk. But I got my first nylons out of first communion, so that was a win. My…