Quick note, just to make sure that his name isn’t completely lost in the discussion of this film: The name of the family friend who was lynched was Jesse Washington. In a historical context, it is frequently referred to as the Waco Horror.

I’ve got to say that I went ahead and paid for this one because I was not willing to wait until MoviePass decided to let me see something (*everything* except Mission Impossible was blocked for me Friday. I do not watch Tom Cruise movies. Not even for free on HBO), and it was absolutely worth the actual money.

It comes from the Jim Crow era when black kids were banned from public swimming pools. If you didn’t have access to, say, a pond or a lake, you didn’t have a place where you could even learn how to swim.

I want to be as miserable as Carly Rae and that dude clearly are in that video.

I thought I was SUPER DUPER ORIGINAL when I named my cats. Do you have any idea how many black cats are named Edgar or how many gray cats are named Oscar? Answer: A metric shit ton. And there are a surprising number of people who have one of each. 

“Yeah, sure, go ahead and take that photo. It will be the last one you take. I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP. That is all.”

Based on the possibly unhealthy number of stories/reporting I’ve read about Scientology and their stance on the Internet, I ABSOLUTELY believe that their most strongly-cocooned and most famous spokesmodel had NO IDEA there was porn on there.

I think it depends on the nature of the relationship. For example, my coworkers Sally and Steve (not their real names). Sally was old enough to be Steve’s mom or maybe even grandmother. She treated him like he was her grown son, and he treated her like she was his favorite aunt. She is now retired, so we no longer…

It needs to be pointed out that this is the country that gave the world haggis. Don’t trust *any* Scottish culinary experiment. (I may still have a bit of trauma about some of my grandmother’s improvisations.)

This was only one summer, and I don’t think it lasted for the whole summer, but I sold concessions on this shitty little “tourist” train that ran in a rural part of our rural community. Think the backwoods from the movie Green Room (which I still maintain is a documentary), since it was in fact a Pacific Northwest…

That is the ONLY person in this administration who should be allowed to work in their chosen field. 

I honestly misread this as Grindelwald, and I was going to point you to Sweeney Todd and Murder on the Orient Express. Oops. 

This was just one more instance of me being extremely impatient and figuring out how to do something my own damned self. My dad was teaching me how to ride my bike with training wheels. It wasn’t time for them to come off, but he accidentally hit my bike with his car and somehow only damaged the training wheels. I was…

You just described pretty much every Friday night for me, except I usually opt for a horror movie, not a kung fu flick. And crochet is usually involved because I’m a fidgeter who always needs to be doing *something*.

I don’t think I have ever related to Britney more. Steak completely fucks up my stomach, too, so I don’t eat beef anymore with one exception: Taco Bell is no problem whatsoever. I’m convinced that the key is the fact that there’s no actual beef in fast food ground beef products.

I actually would believe that happened because I know WAY too many assholes who will defend a woman as a “lady” who should not be exposed to naughty things — right up until the moment she drinks alcohol, wears something slightly skimpy, cusses, or does something else similarly “unladylike.” Then she’s a dirty slutty…

I fucking LOVED E/R. Stay back of the white line! It’s the only George Clooney medical show as far as I’m concerned.

Hell, I was fine with it when it was $35/month. I had it a few years ago, canceled because I wasn’t going to movies at all, and decided to re-sign up — expecting it still be $35 — and just happened to do so right when the price dropped. I’ve been working under the assumption that the $10 cost was going to be temporary…

This reminds me of the day I was reading an article about the song Mellow Yellow and was surprised to discover that it was about vibrators. My mom said, “Electrical banana. What did you *think* it was about?” DRUGS, MOM!  I THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT DROPPING ACID! Also: DO NOT WANT TO DISCUSS THIS WITH MY MOTHER!

It’s also probably worth noting that one of the partners in this venture is Clyde Drexler, former teammate of Cliff Robinson, now a cannabis activist who actually has his own brand, Uncle Cliffy. And back in the ‘90s when the Trailblazers were scorching hot, I was in college in the Portland area discovering the joys…