I love the holiday and all the beige food, but you really nailed the whole dynamic. My aunts and uncles used to complain about how their mother couldn’t cook and then they got a little older and it’s “Mom never...” to complain about any change from their traditions. 

This weekend my spouse brought up the rollback of regulations and her very Trumpy mother declared these are only “paper regulations” that have no impact on health and safety. These people cannot die fast enough. 

I first saw Boogedy as a Sunday night CBC Disney movie, and it was oddly scary for them amongst all the other items they’d replay.

My sister and I just had an actual argument about Flight, because I’ve never seen it and she was confusing it with something else we watched 50 times a week on ancient HBO. 

As a JD that routinely gets shot down when inquiring about professor hirings, I get this. I know there are some topics that need an advanced theoretical knowledge that my real world prosecuting/defending experience doesn’t fit, but that stuff also doesn’t fit with the kids in the program who just want the number of…

Some of my inlaws have (more legit than mail order, but shady) PhDs and I’m always tempted to buy a junk one from someplace obscure they can’t check on just so they lose a topic to look down on me about.

I used to work for myself, but I quit because the boss was an asshole.

This is indisuputably accurate. 

Thanks for the message. And you’re absolutely right. At least I can say (or should I not?) that at least I married into it and it’s not my birth family. 

I had that at some steakhouse, which then prompted my SIL to complain that they must have just given us a limited event menu and I was screwing things up by demanding attention.

Coming from one of those toxic families...they aren’t doing it for me. They are doing it so the other tables look at them, and maybe they get something free, and (on her bday or my spouse’s) my MIL gets to brag about how everyone says she can’t be x years old or have kids x years old for about a week after. 

Let’s do birthdays together. My in-laws have to have them at whatever place they might see a Real Housewife and a $70 steak and will complain until there’s singing. By waiters making more annually than I do, so it’s bad all the way around for me. 

Tangential Olive Garden question for the serverati:

I stopped drinking milk a long time ago because I grew up in dairy country and got tired of the subsidized people with nice cars and undocumented laborers crying crocodile tears about their hard lives. The recent articles have just been non-dairy whipped topping.

But what about Justice League and Suicide Squad...

A month later...

I ask myself this a lot. My deep-red representatives (state and federal) are so pro-Trump that i’m almost afraid expressing my concerns will just be watch list fodder. 

This summarizes something I’ve seen a lot with the old Italians in my town, who weren’t “white” until the Hispanics started moving into town and who now sound like Klan dragons when they talk race. The Swedes still don’t let them own anything, though. 

This is why I’m glad my only reviews were a coworker and my mom. Pretty much my only sales, too. 

Like I said elsewhere, I grew up in dairy country and I have never met a group of owners and managers less able to pivot than dairy farmers. Their usual response to decreasing prices was to buy more cows and dump more milk in a fit of pique, hoping to shame people into buying more gallons at the Stewarts.