I think it sounds like a very good idea. I grew up as a military brat, and every time we were posted to a new country we were required to attend training in cultural awareness and sensitivity. It was basically “How not to act like an ugly American” and “Don’t be a dick.” Respecting the laws and values of the place you…

Nope. Not fucking weird at all! When universal human rights (womens rights) are involved, there’s no such thing as cultural relativism. “Not raping and killing women” isn’t comparable to, say, the hijab question (is it okay to ban it? Is it okay to enforce it?)

To me, the last paragraph exemplifies why this is a good idea. It seems like they’re going out of their way to avoid saying “your immigrant ways are wrong” and instead are saying “there are the rules here. even if these rules don’t apply where you are from, they apply in Norway.”

Is it weird that I feel like this is okay? Like, it should be taught as part of language classes and middle school classes and to everyone everywhere.

It was closer to 0%, and well within the margin of error. We were all polling about as well as Lindsey Graham, and we didn’t have to sound like unhinged war mongers to do it. Go us!

My grandma always sat with us at the kiddie table. She said the conversation was better. It was magical.

work gave me photoshop and it was a terrible idea

(I do have to say that I kinda miss the “the kiddie table” though. It was a safe spot where everything had extra marshmallows and grape juice. The repartee wasn’t sparkling but the pranks were pretty cool.)

The kitsch from the last one just wasn’t as hilarious.

A lovely human being sold me face-value decent Blur seats for the Hollywood Bowl because he liked them but couldn’t make it and I was unexpectedly going to be in LA. You are GLORIOUS people.

I was just waiting for a “Milady” at the end of that sentence. It would have been the rotten maraschino cherry on top of the moldy chocolate.

Hearing that, I DGAF what your chocolate tastes like. I’ll go with any other brand.

I used to work at a chocolate shop in a tourist town. Almond bark, turtles, chocolate covered Oreos, that kind of stuff. The snobby assholes on vacation would get so pissed when they found out we were just melting down bricks of Peters chocolate and pouring it into a mold. Like they thought the owner of this rinky…

This is something that really grinds my gears (or conches my chocolate), so to speak...

Hmm, that seems pretty narcissistic of them to give their own product as a gift. Like, isn’t that a total PR move? Like when you’re watching TV and they’re like: “And now Nestle will be donating a free keurig machine to a homeless child!”

Somewhere (in Portland, probably) there’s a machine that spits dudes like those guys out by the dozens. We must find this machine, lest we be flooded with inane conversations about small batch bourbon and banjo / mustache wax.

“We love making chocolate, and we have the audacity to think that we are pretty good at it too.”

The more popular bands used to really gouge on their ticket prices too, sometimes as high as $9.00* for floor seats.

Back in the day (mid 1970s) before all this online nonsense, heck, even before phone ordering, you had to physically go to a TicketMaster terminal to buy tickets. Of course, there were always super long lines for the popular concerts.

I was able to play the waiting game that day, and ended up with two tickets for me and my mom’s Christmas present. She’ll have to fly across the country for the show, but I figured the resale value would be worth the small risk that she couldn’t come. I asked her if she wanted to be surprised early since I didn’t have…