Most of our under and illegally paid farmworkers are immigrants, just like everywhere else. Since a pretty big immigration and child labor bust at an egg farm a few years ago it’s been pretty quiet, but that’s most likely due to the people involved in the abuses going “oh, yeah...we almost forget that whole ‘cover…

They may be or they may each have been named after the same relative or (and this is something I’ve seen in families large and small,) one of the older children may have been allowed to name the new baby and named him or her after him- or her- self.

I still get that (to a degree, and usually while still getting carded.) A lot of it had to do with my older sister being an immature ass, but hey, even though “I always thought you were the oldest” is what I hear, they still ask for my 41-year-old ID when I order wine or a beer or a cocktail. I figure they must just…

I know, and your first paragraph is at least half my point. Upper class, teaching those socially beneath her to do the things that they already do, with an extra veneer of “have your maid beat the strawberries into a light froth with the whites of 14 eggs.” It reminds me a lot of that woman (I can’t remember her name…

He reminds me of the “nice” man from El Salvador who wanted me to “tell your Spanish speaking clients I’m opening a bank from my house. They don’t have to worry about the hours if they come to me.” These assholes are everywhere and throughout every community. (But the Hotep seasoning does add an extra taste of…

Uh...look up Isabella Beeton, the wealthy Victorian housewife who “taught” other housewives to housewife. There is actually a recipe for a toast sandwich in her book on housekeeping.

Please, please, PLEASE tell me he packed Rice Krispies.

Those are some of the worst people to go out with. Because they’re also (generally) too snooty to ask for help/info/opinions/recommendations from the waitstaff.

My brain keeps vacillating between “oh, that’s so sweet” and “goddamn that’s a lot of kids.”

er...given when they died though...there wouldn’t really have been anything for the dogs to pick up under a tree, which is exposed to the elements. If those dogs were picking up anything, it was a lot more recent than Amelia Earrhart.

I wouldn’t be so sure about that 63-year old, our “local” paper is a Gannett one. Which also means our “local” paper is now 90% USA Today.

Sounds like the voice of experience, that.

Yeah, because the people doing the outsourcing clearly think its fine to spend a bucketload of money negotiating contracts, buying/refurbishing/leasing space, paying to send everything, paying to receive everything, and paying associated taxes/expenses in whichever country everything was sent to (if they bother) is…

Is there any sane reason though, that local announcements and obits need to be written by someone halfway around the world? And saving 9 tenths of a penny is not something I would consider sane.

There’s also the problem of news outsourcing. Many state and local newspapers have been bought out by larger, national chains, who have (after initially moving everything out of local offices to larger and larger “market centers”) been offshoring some of the basic/more tedious reporting/writing for quite a while now.

*snort* More like “what are you doing in the house?” And yeah, my sister was...interesting. So much so that when I started high school my first class of the day (government) our teacher was like “you sit over there and you sit ALL THE WAY over THERE away from your little sister. AND TAKE ALL YOUR COUSINS WITH YOU,”…

So the answer is neither and you’re just trying to start a fight. For what it’s worth, no, I was not being sarcastic.

Are you trying to argue against me by saying that I said it was somehow okay for him to open the door on a plane in mid-flight, or did you for some reason think I was being sarcastic when I said he should be facing 210 counts of attempted homicide?

Money. They found out it was Venus Williams pretty much as soon as they hit her. They weren’t after her in criminal court, after all, but civil.

It was never funny.