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She really can. It rubs me all kinds of the wrong way to admit it, because I Just Hate Her Face, but yep. Talented singer. I think she’s better at that than acting, and, goddammit, she’s a good actress too.

It’s totally true. A massage therapist recently told me about his cousin, a young man who was black, gay and bipolar. A few years ago, the guy’s family, concerned about his well being, called the police, who promptly shot him to death though he was only endangering himself. It happened in Washington State, natch.

It reminded me of when my dad retired. Mom announced she was walking over to the Sam’s Club and either coming back with a job or something to kill that man with.

American Indian is acceptable to many of us. Although we like it if you refer to us by the name of our nation.

Mental health resources are stretched so thin on reservations. A lo of health and other services are stretched thin on the reservations. My reservation is dealing with a lot of synthetic marijuana use and also painkillers.

St Paul MN got a light rail and, while we bitched and moaned about the construction, it has had higher than projected ridership because apparently the people who planned it didn’t think about the fact that the route would take people places they actually wanted to go (whaaaaaa?! madness!!). This is better than the

Okay. I disagree with Daugherty on almost all of his policy positions, but kudos to him for this ad. Charming and positive. Here’s (reluctantly) hoping that people learn from this shitshow of an election and start making more positive, funny ads like this one.

Ms. DeMaio suggested that perhaps the two men were just “friends” or “great companions.”

May I suggest dismissing the troll who’s taken over this thread?

“men have a potential, women have a past.”

They don’t need to. No one hires copy editors anymore, they just post articles and wait for commentors to catch errors for them. It’s the publishing version of letting consumers act as beta testers.

Born and raised in central AL, but have been out of it for years...lots of folks on this thread have good ideas. But what I’ll add is this - look up the Prancing Elites and watch “The Prancing Elites Project.” It’s a gender nonconforming dance crew of fierce Mobile citizens, and they are amazing. The show will help

Wow, that sucks. I love Seattle and our cozy liberal bubble, I don’t think I could hack it in Alabama either politically or weather-wise. But, I’ve never been. Isn’t the Southern Poverty Law Center there though? So, I’m sure you’ll find your fellow pinkos :)

Ha, thank you. Welcome to the PNW! Also you just made my day by saying that there’s a Whole Foods in Mobile!

I’m from Mississippi and just moved to Seattle. I am so so so so sorry for you. If it makes you feel any better, Mobile can be quite nice. My boyfriend and I used to take day trips there to go to Whole Foods and buy Alabama booze (more selection than Mississippi).

So, uhh... I’m moving to Alabama for a couple years. From my home near Seattle. Mr. Antisocial got a billet in Mobile. I have so many feelings! I’m physically drained from all the many feelings I’m feeling! Mostly I’m really nervous about finding a job in my field because I’d have to quit my current (awesome) job

Holy shit, if that worm thing had happened to me, the roles would have been reversed. My husband would have been REVOLTED, and I’d have responded to that by picking it up and chasing him around the house with it. “THIS CAME OUT OF MY BUTT. IT’S WIGGLING AND IT WAS IN MY BUTT!!!!!”

Had gone to visit my family in TX when I was 11(?). Was on period on plane ride home, and was still in that stage of trying to deny that periods existed and that I was a victim of one. So of course, was not changing my pad when I should have, also they felt like diapers so I pretty much avoided it as much as possible

When I was in kindergarten or first grade, I walked in the house for lunch and was told to go to my parents’ room and wait. I knew by then that meant a spanking was coming, but didn’t yet know what I’d done to deserve it.

Back in 1971 when I was in 8th grade, I told my parents I was going to an Alice Cooper concert with a friend. When queried about the artist, I responded that “Alice did mellow folk music, like Judy Collins.” The next day, there on the front page of the Houston Post, was a pic of Alice in full makeup, shirtless,