OH HELL NO. You can have Boch when you pry his giant head out of my cold dead hands.

I just had the opposite experience with my mini purchase — I was looking at a Clubman, which is basically a station wagon, and said “it would so cute if it had some stripes” just offhand, thinking I would get them done aftermarket. Before I know it, I have dealer-installed stripes and the Black Jack mirror covers for…

Yeah, mine is open plan, too, and I really like it. It has stepped up my housekeeping game a bit because of the sightlines like other commenters have mentioned, but it feels super spacious and modern and bright with a wall full of windows. If it were closed, it would be a rabbit warren.

AGREED. Coke and Pepsi are definitely NOT the same thing.

Yep. I also took the bitch path and, although I do sometimes get grief for being “too aggressive” or having a “hostile tone”, I’ll take that over the other forms of abuse my colleagues who are nicer are subjected to. No one calls me at 2 am and expects me to answer, no one sidles up to me at meetings and tries to…

I thought that, too! Usually, there’s a song associated with the playoffs (a few years ago it was Imagine Dragons and last year was “Unstoppable” by Sia), but this year it seems like someone found an iPod Classic in a drawer and is just using that.

As a window seat person, I don’t mind this. It gives me a chance to grab my bag from under the seat and situate my belongings until it’s my row’s turn.

Two words: GATE CHECK. Even if you have to go to baggage claim to pick up your bag after, you know it’s on the plane and you don’t have to try to lift your bag over your head and cram it into the bin with people evaluating your technique.

One of the things you need to remember when you consider reaching out is how fucking common this type of interaction is for women. If everyone who attempted to pressure me into sex in the moment attempted to contact me an apologize that’s the feelings of at least 15 men that I now have to deal with, and the last thing…

Yep. The minute we aren’t all fawning over him and calling him a good boy for his patronizing bullshit, we’re screeching feminazis. And that’s before you even get to the beta male “standards” ideas. ::eyeroll::

As an inveterate “walking around in my underwear in a hotel room” person, we blatantly DGAF.

Two days before the bar exam, I went to see Lilo & Stitch to take my mind off my impending trauma. I passed, but fuck if I don’t get anxiety from that cute little movie every time I scroll past it on Hulu.

I agree with your assessment, but I’ve gotten some sweet shoes there so I will occasionally gird my loins and go in.

I scrolled down to make sure someone said Kohl’s. I can get in line at Costco behind four people with carts laden with stuff and be out the door in ten minutes, but I’m in line behind one lady with a pair of yoga pants at Kohl’s and an hour and a half later I’m finally crying in my car. And fuck those stupid carts…

Mid-day Costco is the BEST Costco. I seriously negotiated a work-from-home day each week so I could go to Costco unmolested on Wednesdays.

You and I go to the same Trader Joe’s. (Which is every Trader Joe’s, I think.)

I’ve already explained it, as you clearly understand from your subsequent example. It’s called the Real World, where the consumption of art and the consumption of food are recognized as two distinct things. A world where agribusiness conglomerates and food deserts exist. A world where you can discover who was involved…

Oh, I see. Taking a moral stand against something is “hypocrisy” unless one is perfectly uniform across all circumstances, setting aside any distinction between the consumption of art (voluntary) and the consumption of food (non-voluntary) or the structures and complexes that produce the products.

Saying“I can’t enjoy/watch/support this work of art because I don’t like this thing it’s creator said/did” is fine, but if that’s how you roll, then you better be consistent and have the same criteria for the farmers that grow your food and all the corporations that make your products - cause if not, you are a…

ehh. Maybe he’ll die.