You might want to visit some ancient cookbooks to see if that's correct. Hell, you don't even go back to ancient times! Here's a lovely dairy recipe from one of our founding fathers, good ol' Ben Franklin, which is about 250 years ago. http://www.masshist.org/database/viewe…

Others, like Nicole Kidman, are notable only because of their awards caché.

Punctuation does help in understanding more accurately what a writer is trying to express. Apologies for the snarkiness — I did not know you aren't a native speaker.

Thank goodness there was finally a full stop at the end of that!

Nice! But I'm a masochist full of self-loathing and fond of regrets, hence the choice of a British motor.

If I want a car in a ridiculous hue, I'll take a Triumph Stag, please (but I need the automatic gearbox because I am a lady):

Okay, so you're purporting to be a pedo. Classy troll is classy.

I think I've posted about this before, but there is a woman on my floor at work who regularly takes conference calls while she's dropping a deuce in the ladies'. I know they are conference calls because she has the call on speakerphone. She also remarks upon how relaxed she is with the other callers because she's…

Heck, we didn't even have GPAs at my high school, let alone valedictorians. We had grades, and an honour roll (no grades below B+), but we had no class rankings. Same with the university I went to — no GPAs, just grades. The registrar would do you up a transcript with equivalent GPAs if you needed one for grad school…

VJ hasn't changed much — I've been a member since 2007, when my (now ex-) husband and I were moving together back from the UK. Still full of "I'm 59 and my Filipina hottie is 18 and all you fatass American wimminz are just JELLUS".

Didn't take very long, did it?

I decided to post a thread on this topic on a forum where I'm a member, knowing I'd be able to draw out the assholes. I hit the jackpot with my longtime nemesis: http://www.visajourney.com/forums/topic/4…

What is known here as "FUPA" has always been known to me as my "poot." I have no idea from whence this came, but I suspect it may be a family word passed on from generation to generation of bodyhating females to whom I'm related.

Stealing.

My boyfriend and I are both hearty hybrid varietals of multiple racial extractions, though he presents as being totally Korean-American, and I look mostly like a honky with a good suntan. I can attest to the white female/Asian male combo being very much like a unicorn sighting, even in LA. At the same time, I can't…

I see the TMZ bus driving around LA all the time, and I think, you paid good money so you could sit in an open top van in shitty traffic and more than anything else get to gaze upon people like me going into Ralphs to buy cat food and tampons? Okay.

He'd strum all of Bakesale for me on an acoustic guitar we find in a quiet room at the party, while I eat the Haagen-Dazs.

Bradley Cooper? No. Lou Barlow from Dinosaur Jr/Sebadoh? Yes.

Yes. This is a very, very important conversation to have if you want to stay in a relationship with a significant other. Frank and open conversations about power dynamics and money relations are key to successful and lasting relationships. You're setting yourself up for misery otherwise.

Right, so you say the image and song lost that connotation in 1865. I retract my earlier comment that you understand the history and context of that song. As the partner of someone who was raised a minority (not African-American, should you wonder) in the South, I can assure you that it most certainly did have that…