That’s great to hear! And are the rubber plunger tip and drip opening dishwasher-safe? I feel like I’d want to put them in there now and then even after hand washing, but maybe that’s overkill.

OK Aeropressers, I’m posing a rookie question. I’m aware that this device is universally acclaimed as awesome, and I want to believe, but:

Them’s fightin’ words in St. Pete. [Note: I would not be caught dead in St. Pete.]

I’d rather believe that than to believe that fewer than seven women procreated with him more than once....

Aw, I’m sad that you didn’t post your awesome response here.

As a person with a disability who is also an editor/proofreader, I got this:

Too generic. After all, who doesn’t enjoy recovering from a stroke?

My first thought was the Yellow Emperor, but who knows. Maybe she just saw what looked to her like a shrine and thought, “better pay my respects.”

Flawless logic I say. Science in action!

Yeah that was such a weirdo reply that I don’t even know what you mean by it. By “made the mistake of” I mean on his first day a student raised their hand and asked “how do we reach you if we have a problem” and he said “you can email me or, uh, I guess if it’s urgent you can call me here” thinking they wouldn’t be…

Yeah, he wasn’t expecting it either. Especially the barrage of late-night or early-morning messages begging for extra time on assignments or explaining why they were going to miss class that morning. Guess what, if you wake him from a sound sleep to ask him for an extension, you may not get the outcome you were…

Ugh, my husband make the mistake of giving out his cell phone number to students. Non-stop texts about the stupidest stuff at every hour of the day or night.

He’s already snagged the elite Scientology vote:

WOW. I may just have nightmares about that. UNBELIEVABLE. (Not really. Sadly, I totally believe it.) I’ve had a few lousy experiences, but nothing even remotely that bad. A few bruises, and pain from bad positioning in the seat, but holy shit. Incompetent enough to help you fall and then incompetent enough to fail to…

Native Mobilian here: the Junior Miss Pageant finally caved in and changed their name to Distinguished Young Women in response to changing social times... in 2011.

I grew up in Mobile, DECADES after this, and it doesn’t strike me as 100% unrealistic. Artificial, yes, but not really alternate. As a young person it was my job to know my place and be polite at all times or face severe wrath. I mean, all the girls in my school actually went to “take charm,” which meant things…

(We might also want to verify that Talese knows “George Eliot” was the pen name of Victorian polymath Mary Ann Evans — not yet another dude.)

Oh, wow.

That’s true. And my favorite blogger is also a professional journalist. But even the most dedicated professional blogger is unlikely to be able to to bring to bear the resources of a full-fledged news operation. Blogging is what it is — as you say, a different form; there will always be a need for investigative…

HOW DID HER FOREARMS EVEN DO THAT