Might I suggest Run DMC/Aerosmith “Walk This Way” and Naughty By Nature “O.P.P.”?

Toxic masculinity strikes again.

Syntactically it’s like “Jew”, which is also technically a noun. When used in certain (most) contexts by non-Jews, it has pejorative connotation because historically it’s been preceded by epithets (“dirty”, “conniving”) that it’s just become shorthand, so it’s more polite to say someone is Jewish.

I’m going to defer to Calvin Trillin here.

Because google jail during Katrina and jail during Harvey. There will be an answer.

Recently at the library where I work we had a younger black man get his phone stolen, and he was angry about it to the point of storming around threatening to get a gun and shoot people, decapitate the person who stole the phone with a knife, and other threats of death and grievous bodily harm. There were 4 security…

Whoa whoa whoa, a BBQ crawl?! I would celebrate a total strangers birthday if that's what it included.

Oh, my god, yes. If “how you are” is a miserable asshole, and “just telling the truth” means treating other people like shit, I want nothing to do with you.

I’m also in my sixties, and except for one or two things, it’s pretty cool.

Oh my god. This. We went back to visit the boyfriend’s family (and friends. Mostly the friends) at the new year, and all his friends have at least two kids under the age of four. So there was, at one point, no fewer than ten of them raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaging around.

Standing in general admission concerts*. Nope. No thank you. I get shoved around, I can’t see a damn thing, and if I want to get a second drink, the old “move your feet, lose your seat” adage applies. Too stressful and it takes the fun out of it for me. I don’t belong there, so I don’t go.

And their corollary: Camping. Especially if it’s without showers.

And WE LIKED IT!

Two words:

Even at work anymore, I get comments, I fire right back. Some guy told me to “cheer up, smile!’ the other day at work and I snapped back at him immediately with “do YOU always smile when you’re at work?’

Damn kids and their hippie radio. In my days, we used to chisel our messages on a rune stone and leave it in the middle of nowhere!

Being around people who use rudeness or unkindness as an excuse of “being honest” or “that’s just how I am and you have to accept it.” Calmly taking aim with the bullshit-o-meter and shutting that shit DOWN, without raising my voice, my blood pressure, or much more than an eyebrow.

Lead a rebellion and invade the “adult” table. If they seem unwilling to “allow” the move, start telling the actual children about the adults’ sexual history. “Oh yeah, your mom was sooooo promiscuous in high school! I remember this one time when she was dating the basketball team...”

Cosign on the cheap shoes. I can’t tell if my feet are just getting old and grumpy or if the price cost/ benefit analyzer in my subconscious recalibrated. No more $20 pumps though. No longer worth it.

More than 1 or 2 children in the vicinity at a time. I used to not mind them, but now I’m all, “I’m not changing that diaper. Wipe your nose. Stop licking the cat! Don’t you have parents? Go away!” Naturally, any family gathering results in masses of children following me around because I am apparently the most…