IQ of 66 is definitely considered mild. 70 is generally the high mark for a diagnosis (although sometimes 75 is used when there are co-occuring significant adaptive impairments).

66 is by no means mild. We work with students who score in this range and planning for their lives after high school. There is more often than not no plan for them to live independently. They usually cannot maintain traditional employment. I see these students work in specialized classrooms or job training programs…

The article this one links to says that he’s on disability due to his mental impairments. It isn’t easy to get SSDI; if he qualifies for that, I’d be pretty concerned about leaving a child in his care.

I can own it. That was rude of me and unfair. I’m sorry.

No. It isn’t called the stomach flu. It’s called Gastroenteritis, is horribly painful and can be lifthreatening.

Ziegler’s IQ is 66, and Fabbrini’s is 72

Ah yes. He’s mad that trucks are parked in front of his property. The logical action is to render them immobile.

Her books were fabulous, especially I Hate to Cook and the etiquette book whose name I can never remember.

Holy shitpickles, who pissed in your cornflakes today? It is possible for the media to, gasp, report on many different stories at once, by this magical notion called “hiring multiple fucking writers”.

Could this explain his strange questioning during the Comey hearing?

I’m waiting for the tangled, long, hippie-who-lived-on-a-farming-commune hair to come back in style. Because, quite frankly, it’s my hair’s natural state and I am too lazy to do anything to it.

One thing this woman did was document the lives of real American men and women on the streets of the city. Her work, besides its obvious artistic value, is an important historical document. History deserves preservation, especially the history of how people really lived.

Erma was the best. I grew up reading her books and she has that perfect blend of sass, spunk, and bone-deep weariness.

This pic changed my life the first time I saw it. It is more enriching and more truly describes America than the contemporary fiascos you reference.

Cheeto-in-Chief, the nominally adult equivalent of a spoiled four-year-old demanding candy in the middle of the grocery store, would, if left to his own devices, cut all funding to the arts that isn’t a portrait of his fat ass in a tennis sweater. Every fucking outlet from Akron to Yorba Linda is posting about…

Not on the best day of your life are your thoughts worth 2 cents.

i loveddddddd the doc on her. randomly turned it on knowing nothing about it, and was so pleasantly surprised.

Why are there always rumors about him and his leading ladies? Is he just a creeper or something? And what is “oopsed.”

OMG she STILL breaks me up when I read those old columns/essays today— even at her very corniest, just her manner of saying things absolutely bonks my funnybone in the sharpest & most wonderful way. Her dry deadpan-hyperbole tone was terriffic.

Yeah that ring ain’t coming back.