Dude, where were these police when people were getting curb-stomped over discmans at my high school? Or when my friend had a knife pulled on him outside the smoking corner for "sounding like a girl"?
But of course. Food fights. Big crime.

I mean, I'm actually OK with criminal charges being leveled for ACTUAL VIOLENCE, even against juveniles (like in the instances you talk about). But a bunch of teenagers throwing tacos at each other? Come on, now. Sure, suspend them and maybe even expel them if it was really egregious, but criminal charges? Good lord.

I mean, obviously. I still have flashbacks to that one time someone dropped a hard shell in my high school cafeteria. Johnny threw himself on it and absorbed all of the deadly corn shrapnel. I'll never forget his bravery.

I'm assuming these were soft shell tacos. Hard shell constitutes a felony in most states.

Personal pronouns and second person pronouns, yes. Not so much third person pronouns.

The issue is (like many toys and narratives, and much of history) that American Girl continues to allow the white narrative to be true, viable, and multi- faceted (as it should be! Isn't culture/race's past more than a single event or single type of person?) Four (more than half!) of those dolls tell the story of…

If you're one of those disgusting Josie Grossies whose thighs rub together when they walk

I think the porn stigma comes, in part, from the notion that sex is bad and people who enjoy it or are not ashamed if enjoying it are also bad. Like shame about sex is natural.

Someone remind me: how many abortion clinics in TX were shut down because they didn't meet some bullshit requirements about door width and such?

My reading was that Ferguson ad-libbed, "Oh, and one other reason." And then turned to DeBlois and said, "Gobber is coming out of the closet." DeBlois, being the writer, agreed with the ad-libbed decision of the voice actor as to what the other reason was.

Hey, here's an idea, people: how about you just NEVER touch any employee of a shop you're patronizing? Like, ever, for any reason.

As she was telling the manager her story, the owner came up to her from behind, put her in an headlock/chokehold with his left arm, and wrapped his right arm around her and stuck his thumb in her mouth. He leaned in and said "That's right, I'm your fucking boss."