I had no idea “spaz” was an ableist slur until I lived in the UK for a little. I used it once to describe myself after doing something other that was pretty stupid, and my English housemates stared at me in horror.

You know why all Polish surnames end with “ski”?

I really liked the film and what it says about what girls hear when we tell them to grow up, to become women. The sexual dancing is intentionally grotesque, embarrassing, and an invitation to step in to the lives of girls and give them better ways to be.

Honestly, I think becoming a national villain and losing your job is a stronger deterrent than a one-time fine, both for her and for those watching. It’s not like prosecuting her would result in a life sentence or something that would mean she literally never has the opportunity to do this ever again. I think what he…

Mine became Jazz-Niger’s, which, hm.

I’ve been pretty upset because one of my favorite places in Minneapolis burned down - Uncle Hugo’s, an SF bookstore that had been around since the mid-seventies. I mean, it was an extremely flammable place (so much paper), but there didn’t seem to be any good reason for attacks on it. I got some books there I couldn’t…

It’s unfair of Sanger to have categorized you as worthless because of your cancer and poverty.

And he ultimately killed only a guy who was attending Catholic University. My man, the two of you were on the same side. 

Holy shit, Alford, fuck you.

What I remember most about Satana’s storyline: her abuela’s utter rejection of her gay grandchild. It was a good illustration of how the monstrous evil known as Roman Catholicism creates parents and grandparents utterly incapable of love.

I’ve been exposed twice at work now, and had to leave each time until I could show negative test results. Both times, I hopped over to a testing center with little to no wait. I got my first result in three days, the second result in eight.

Nah, it is a little weird. Like, Josey is financially going to be fine. (Emotionally? Man, I dunno.) It seems more appropriate for someone that stupid rich to set up a Latinx scholarship fund in her memory or something.

I was kind of expecting this. A lot of families who lose loved ones to suicide aren’t capable of understanding or accepting that suicide for a long, long time. They look for other explanations - like accident or, in this case, homicide.

The Roman Catholic Church’s decades-long insistence on refusing to provide or encourage barrier protection at its missions during the AIDS explosion in sub-Saharan Africa should be more than enough to convince us all that, for Roman Catholics, Black lives don’t matter.

Whenever the Woody Allen history comes up, I always remember that Mia Farrow basically “re-homed” three different children she initially offered to adopt because she didn’t want any “severe mental retardation” in her home.

I’m looking at Fark right now and this is the first comment on the story:

I had an Easter video dinner with my family - my folks, my brother, his wife, their four kids. Oldest kid (he’s 17) told this joke: “Why can’t Chinese people play baseball? BECAUSE THEY ATE THE BAT.”

He was going to live with his sister. I just keep thinking of her, frightened and excited, trying to figure out what it was going to mean for her life to have him move in, to welcome him back to the world - and to now have this empty bedroom where he would have been.

The ability of schools to discipline students outside of school grounds is still getting batted around. Generally, rotten shit like this is judged to “affect the school environment” - if black students had to attend classes with these shitrags, it could be judged a hostile environment for them, and the creative chefs…

My spring allergies have been pretty rotten already. I’m genuinely afraid someone’s going to shoot my ass for coughing and sneezing in public. Because there’s a not-inconsiderate number of people around here who think guns solve a shitload of problems.