10/10 on use of Doge.

What do you think I meant by “the term is gendered.” I’m starting to think this is a very weak effort at trolling on a post that wasn’t that funny to begin with, so BUH-BYE!

A “pantsuit” is an overly-coordinated, matchy-matchy outfit worn by a woman. The term is gendered, obviously. The two pieces of a “pantsuit” would be sold together, as one item, while jackets and pants, which may or may not be coordinated, might be sold as “coordinates” in a department store. If you want to know what…

At my first “real” job, from 92 through 97, at a credit bureau, we could be sent home or even disciplined for not wearing panty hose. Every time I see the L’eggs display at Target, I have to fight myself not to knock the whole thing down.

I’m digging Rosalynn’s dress.

Srsly. I only see one legit “pantsuit” in that photo - Hillary’s. And maybe Shaheen’s, but I need to see the whole outfit. The rest are just wearing different types of pants, tops, and jackets.

Three Jennifers and nine Joses & Jesuses in a 28 student class last semester. I have all three Jennifers back this semester, and a bumper crop of Anthonys. Yes. Thank God for nicknames. And last initials.

We’ve had several instances lately (in the math department, for some reason) of professors insisting this information be shared out loud, and it’s caused some problems, including meetings with admins and student advocates. I can tell your heart is in the right place, but I think by having students do this while you…

I also teach at the college level. I call the roster, and then I hand out 3 by 5 “information cards” for my use only. Students tell me preferred pronouns, what they “go by,” in addition to other academic/personal information, on those cards. No one is embarrassed. I am the only one who sees the cards and I shred them…

Really? My grad school classmates were THE WORST. Insufferable, sycophantic, wanna-be intellectuals. And the worst of that lot were the high school teachers.

Chinbag and Chinbag II, Son of Chinbag.

87 Yugo. Step-sister hated it, parents gave it to me and bought her a Jeep. As if high school weren’t hell enough.

Ms. Chyna needs to get some more plastic surgery.

In both my pregnancies, I solved this dilemma by eating Mexican food breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

It’s clearly a chupacabra.

I did not understand what the big deal was about Rush until my future (still) husband took me to see them live. Have loved them ever since. I even read Neil Peart’s book.

John Oates of Hall & Oates: the NICEST man you’ll ever meet. I met him twice, thirty years apart, and he was a prince both times. Daryl, I dunno.

We actually have a Steely Dan tribute band ‘round these parts: Kid Charlemagne.

And his anal glands expressed.

The BLM charges $1.24 per head per day to graze on BLM land. It costs me at least $5 per head per day to feed my cattle on my own acreage, even when the grass is nutritious in the spring. So they refuse to pay grazing fees which are already heavily subsidized.