I agreed with the first part, then I read the second sentence. It completely captures the attitude that makes everybody despise Boston sports fans. Giving you a +1 for more exposure.

I want to be in one of those crazy/awesome marriages where we actually live in separate apartments next door to each other.

All I took from this article is that Barry tells his cat all about his day.

I realize I may be late to the party, but I've decided I hate almost every one of these adequate man posts. Incredibly condescending. And if it isn't condescending for most readers, do I want to count myself among their ranks.

Let’s be honest: Aside from the futuristic weapons porn, Elysium was a pretty terrible movie, so being better than it isn’t exactly a high bar to clear.

Oh, God, the suburban Cubs fans who still have no idea when to get off the Red Line. "Do we get off now? When do we get off?" WHEN YOU CAN SEE THE DAMN BALL PARK FROM THE TRAIN, MORON!

Then stop fucking up

Mike Hargrove — The Human Rain Delay.

ABC 7 Station Manager: You need to pee in this cup.

No, he stepped out and did the stupid knuckle to wrist to front of hand thing between every single pitch. It was infuriating. I always hoped a piece of a satellite would hit him during a Red Sox home game, killing him instantly, and putting him out of our collective misery.

True story: A few years ago I went to a Mariners game with a buddy and Harang was pitching (side note: I went to three games that year and Harang won all of them, which is really weird. It must have been his only three wins that year). Anyhow, during warmups we were standing near the bullpen where he was tossing balls…

One of the first images to pop up via an image search for his name:

Oh my god the Cubby Bear... how is it even still a thing? In the late ‘80’s I played in a band that rehearsed upstairs from the Cubby Bear. In addition to paying them rent,, they required us to play one gig there for free every month. One night the manager, who was off-duty at the time, came in super drunk while we…

Came here to say the same thing. They definitely did.

I was a Montessori preschool teacher and we weren't supposed to say "no" but it was more trying to avoid teaching the children the word because omfg once little kids learn the word "no"
they will say even to shit they fucking love.

On the whole I agree with the "pick your battles" approach. However, as a teacher, I get frustrated with parents who have clearly picked not to fight any battles.

I'd keep it old-school and just make my misbehaving child push a boulder up a hill.

Ugh, you don't need to hit your kid to get them to behave. Just do what my mother did - passive-aggressive phrasing, gaslighting, and a heady blend of guilt and shame. It's that easy!

The Llama Llama book where he is bored at the store reawakened my memories of how awful being dragged shopping could be. Sometimes you need to realize your kids' attention span/hunger/boredom/tiredness and cut them some slack sometimes. It doesn't excuse bad behavior, but sometimes we expect perfect behavior out of…

I feel like punishment options are nearly endless if you take into account physical labor. My parents had me doing my fair share of chores in the first place, and when I broke the rules I would have to pick up a chore they knew I hated or — even better — get resigned to some sort of Sisyphean errand. Examples: "Weed…