UGH.

Little girls absolutely could and do wear the “boys’” costumes. But like, we live in a world where that logic puzzle about the man and his kid in a car accident and the doctor won’t operate on the kid “because this is my son” can exist, because we’re all conditioned to think doctor=man and this is where it starts.

THANK you. I was scrolling and scrolling like “WHY HAS NO ONE MADE A NAZI SOUP/SOUP NAZI JOKE YET”.

LOL that happens to me all the time. Especially posts like this where there’s too many comments to read them all.

I never heard of this practice until I moved to the Deep South. I actually prefer being called Miss Stranger to Mrs Bird. I agree with a lot of what beets said in the original comment, but from working with lots of kids as a librarian, honorifics can serve as a shorthand for “Guys, this is a person you need to pay…

Plus he’s the grinning pile of shit already!

Courtney Milan is a fabulous author if you’re looking to bring some class and race diversity into your regency romance reading. She also handles mental health issues like dyslexia and PTSD reasonably well imo.

How do you not have more stars.

Yeah, I actually thought this was supposed to be 90s-throwback for the first row or two of clothes. Ankle flares, the lace-up thing, and cutting your jeans apart and patching them up to make a skirt were all totally Things when I was in high school in the 90s.

More like some paid leave running out and meagre savings.

I caught a show - I think it was just his maritime works? - a couple of years ago at a museum in MA, it was fabulous. I didn't study him outside the survey classes in my first two years of university so it's cool to read articles like this.

Fellow art historian high five! I don’t think we get enough of those. Also Turner rules.

I once worked at a historic house museum that had a piece of cake cataloged in its collection. It had been served at the original house owner’s wedding anniversary in (I think) so was not quite 100 years old when I knew it, and it was still squishy. It was supposedly dark fruitcake (I think all the alcohol in those…

Can we also hate on their stupid ellipses?

I think we got free drinks. Having a row to myself was treat enough.

I had an Icelandair red-eye like this. It was glorious.

Are you fucking with with me? Nectarines are mutant peaches?

Really? Every superfan I’ve known has been a man. Including my husband. Which makes me a little worried because after six jillion episodes he ought to be able to plan the perfect murder and getaway.

I was basically this otter. A glare and a “NO THANK YOU” go a long way.

That’s scary. Good thing you didn’t actually need medical attention :/