You are not alone. I hate the beach, too!

I hate sand.

Loved the beach as a kid. That steadily diminished as I got older. Now I’m “Ugh. The beach? Really? No.”

I live within minutes of some of the most beautiful shoreline in southern California. I’ll see you at the Mai Tai bar.

No chance it was facetious? Reads very facetious to me.

Why is it that usually the men get to chat while the wimminses do the child care?

It is, assuming you’re referring to this...

And this:

I fucking LOVE and follow that campaign! We need to catch up, but in the middle of strategy quibbling and such at the moment from multiple groups. Almost linked to it but I can’t speak for it, just my own admiration for things like this:

Truth. Learned a lot from punk and ska. I still have a short book on the white power music scene given out at an anti racist action show. Freaked out my teachers cause it had a swastika on the cover until I explained it was knowing your enemy (+ how they recruited and exploited and manipulated to increase their…

It just depends on the kid. This absolutely seems like something I would have done. When I was their age, it was right smack in the middle of the Reagan era, so I was reading 1984 and going off on anti-Reagan rants, so their responses seem completely age-appropriate to me.

I think respectfully disagree hits the nail on the head. I don’t necessarily think quietly refusing to pose or walking out of a speech is disrespectful.

You don’t gerrymander out elections; you gerrymander out any sort of competition in the elections so they really don’t mean shit and the race is decided in one party’s primary. Gotta have that semblance of a fair fight!

Shiiiiiit, when I was in middle school I hated Tipper Gore before anyone knew that was a thing. You can easily have well developed political opinions by that age if you listened to the Dead Kennedys.

The internet gives with one hand even as it takes away with the other. Kids are exposed to more information sooner, though it seems to be a crap shoot what kind of information will take root these days.

I figured this was a vegan thing, but pancakes aren’t usually vegan anyway.

So you think perhaps he just said ‘I want pancakes’, withou knowing whether the restaurant even serves pancakes? Like he’s used to presuming that a restaurant will make whatever he wants? I just don’t really understand how one eats at a restaurant without actually reading the menu.

Because he was surprised there was cheese. It’s not a weird leap.

I have such mixed feeling about the Cosby show. It is grotesque watching it now, knowing that people involved in the show were likely both preyed upon by Cosby, and abetted his crimes, as well as seeing Cosby himself play the all American Dad. But it was such an important show growing up as a portrait of an African…

My neighbor gave me a box of lemon ricotta cookies for Christmas. And some weed! I live in the greatest neighborhood in the world!