I moved to the south a few years ago, and having random women call me "honey," "dear," "darling," and other pet names is still a little weird to me.

Exactly this.

I don't say hello to random people walking on the street, unless I'm asking them if I can pet their dog, and I don't expect people to say hello to me, unless they want to visit with my dog. I've got shit to do, I'm in my head, and I assume they are, too. I can't stand random-stranger-in-my-face bullshit as a man, so…

How did he not properly self-assess? He took his temp a few times a day, as instructed, and as soon as he had a fever, he went to the hospital. In fact, he went in to the hospital at a lower temperature than is recommended. That's pretty much the protocol. The protocol is not, "Lock yourself indoors and avoid human…

Exactly. He did it right. He spiked a fever and went to the hospital.

I was, weirdly enough, recently briefed by a doc coming back from the hot zone. They usually check temperature twice a day. It generally takes a few days after a fever to begin spewing bodily fluids, and apparently a person becomes more contagious as the illness progresses and as the symptoms peak. Human remains are…

I'm curious why you don't think you can trust health care workers coming back from a hot zone to take their temperature twice a day and realize when they are symptomatic. The only chance they have of surviving the disease is to get as much medical care as possible as soon as they possibly can. It's in their own best…

And blew champagne out of their nose.

Are you sure you can show a photo of that side of her face?

Can anyone explain the "evening wear" part of the competition? Is there a minimum standard for how ugly your dress needs to be, or how bedazzled, or how many sequins, something? I'm just constantly baffled by it. It isn't red carpet, it isn't glamorous, and it isn't beautiful, but it's an altogether different animal.…

Or as "normal" as a person like that can be.

So for my net monthly salary, one may have salt water injected into one's tits. Sounds like a great idea.

I, too, like the carrot line, but introducing oneself doesn't have to be clever, IMHO. As a strong believer in chemistry (call it what you will), I'm not sure it really matters what you say if you click when you meet (and, hey, a bar or grocery store isn't the place to build a long, slow burn of interest).

Yep. He's super-fucked, and not in a good way. On the other hand, maybe it's a good thing they're taking each other off the market.

Exactly. Little monkey people. Most of the dudes who own the course like she did are 5'9" and 140lbs or less.

I loved my summer jobs, mostly because I worked with corrupting college kids.

Yes yes and yes.

These kids and their nostalgia for the 80's...

Yup and yup. Outside of the I-5 corridor, Oregon is pretty damn conservative. Also, looooong history of racism in the state that white liberals tend to conveniently forget.

But you're a fucking moron, so it's kind of an obligation.