...I’m not saying I went to Churchill, but when people ask me to describe my high school experience I just say “Remember the scene in Mean Girls where they go to Regina’s house? That, times 400.”
...I’m not saying I went to Churchill, but when people ask me to describe my high school experience I just say “Remember the scene in Mean Girls where they go to Regina’s house? That, times 400.”
No, I get it. Though by the 2000s even the less-fancy parts of Potomac were still pretty damn wealthy, compared to the rest of America.
Yeah, I grew up actually IN Potomac, and even the Very Rich Part is not as Very Rich as you’d expect— the housing development Mike Tyson bought in (which I will not name, but yep, that’s where I lived) does have some monster mansions, but most of them were actually built later in its development. When my family moved…
Yep, I grew up in Potomac, and every time I drive out River Road to my parents’ house it seems like there’s another monstrous faux chateau going up on the stretch between Bradley and Falls.
I actually have an uncle who owns a used book warehouse like this, and I worked there for a while. He’s smaller-scale (though they still sort through thousands of books a day) and doesn’t have a great mechanism for sorting through the older books with no ISBNs. So for about a year I would go in, sort through the…
I mean, the Mount Rushmore For Racists being shitty, unimpressive and poorly-thought-out is not really surprising, when you think about it.
I finally admitted to myself that I can’t eat a whole burrito in one sitting anymore, so now I usually order two soft tacos. Except half the time I get nearly as much food anyway, because they just give me half a scoop of everything in each taco. It feels churlish to complain about getting nearly a burrito-’s worth of…
My youngest sister goes to a large state school in the South, and she belongs to a historically Jewish sorority. Apparently she’s heard members of other sororities criticizing hers because they’re ‘exclusionary.’
This is SUPER weird and amazing. This building is a restaurant now— I eat there all the time!
At my cousin’s rehearsal dinner, one of the groomsmen got up and told a story about how, when he and the groom were fraternity pledges, their pledge group were given a gallon jug of something vile that they all had to drink. The groom drank more of it than anyone else (meaning the rest had to get down less of it),…
She ought to go to Dead Horse Bay, in Brooklyn. In addition to lots and lots of hundred-year-old glass, she can find chunks of genuine horse bone!
I just called the nearest women’s shelter to me and asked if they could use a donation. They could, so when I go to Costco next week I’m gonna pick up a couple extra giant boxes— honestly, I think getting pads by the 90-pack has made the membership worth it all by itself.
According to my parents, they discovered I could read when I asked for gum on a car trip and they told me there wasn’t any. “We could get some at the pharmacy,” I said. What pharmacy? “The sign says pharmacy,” I told them, pointing. I was three. They got me the gum.
I was expecting stylish yet affordable boots, at least.
I’m working on it, I swear!
I think the trouble wasn’t the cosplay itself, it was that the cosplayers were selling the fabric to other people (possibly via Spoonflower?) and that really was infringing.
On the other hand, Farscape. Which filmed in Australia at a time when doing so effectively doubled the budget, and as a result looked freakin’ amazing.
I think that’s certainly one factor, but I suspect that another major difference between the Potter kids and other child actors is that, while they grew up on set, they grew up on set with other kids. Child actors (hell, children in general) who are isolated from normal children and normal childhood experiences often…
Really hoping this is the work of her childhood sweetheart, a shy piemaker with the strange ability to wake the dead with a single touch.
“This food is terrible! And the portions are so small!”