Watch out for the wild hogs though. They wander onto the lower sections at night. Seriously.

And how the fuck is it possible that they finally opened the “express lanes” and yet traffic was still horrible yesterday? I have to take my mom to Seton Main from far southwest in the morning and I’m like SHITFIRE! Maybe if zigzag over Enfield to the drag to Medical Parkway? Gah!!!!!!!! My apologies to all…

I randomly check up on my college son to make sure he’s alive. In fact, I just did it for kicks and he’s nowhere near campus even though I’m pretty sure he has class right now. But hey, he’s alive. Or at least whoever has his phone is!

Of course if I had one NOW here in Texas I’d have to bury or cremate the “proceeds of abortion.” Jesus this damn state.

Don’t tell anyone, but I aborted my sons at 37.4 and 39 weeks respectively and pretty much the only thing ripped was my perineum. In point of fact, the actual termination of a non-viable fetus that I had at 6 weeks was pretty much the opposite, with far less pain, a tenth of the bleeding, and absolutely no ripping of…

This summer by oldest kid and his friends did a graduation road trip from Texas to SanFran. They booked a shitty hotel in the Tenderloin and I was absolutely frantic when I realized where they were staying (all the parents had been told in advance was “cheapest hotel closest to AT&T Park”). But they said it was…

Her lips are actually a perfect cupids bow, aren’t they.

WHAT! I LOVED him in Blade 3. Pretty much the only part about Blade 3 that I liked, and it had Parker Posey in it.

Shit. My kids know they were accidents. The vast majority of kids in this world are the products of unplanned pregnancies. What, am I supposed to LIE to them? Hell no. It’s like we say in youth baseball: Home runs are great, but they’re happy accidents!

I have two precious blessings in my life - one from either a leaky condom or poor usage on dadthecoach’s part, and the other from birth control pills. But my IUDs haven’t let me down lo these 15 years, know wood!

Explaining the designation of “moor” - this would have been the likely terminology for any black African be they North African muslim or sub-saharan I’m guessing. Man, Ferdinand and Isabella fucking sucked.

I’ve read a lot of the replies from people that have heard it or been called it, and I’m trying to think of any time I’ve seen it used in a non-historical/academic sociological sense and I can’t. Which I guess is what makes hearing it so shocking. And, I fully believe she said it.

I’ve always found these to be interesting because they are specific to Colonial Mexico. A lot of these words would be completely foreigh in language and concept in the US of the same time period. The thing that caught my eye the first time these images were displayed (pretty sure in my Latin American history course)…

I know the various words because I majored in history - not pop-history, just history. They are historically relevant because many of them were legal definitions. It’s not enough to just NOT use them, we have to understand WHY not to use them.

I once volunteered for NHS at a retirement home where a resident dismissively referred to her attendent as a “darky.” I was completely shocked, the nurse just rolled her eyes, and the girl I was volunteering with cheerily exclaimed, “Oh that’s not nice. She’s not dorky!” Upon which both the nurse and I burst into…

Oh, there are TONS of words for mixed race. It’s actually fascinating stuff because it speaks so much to the mindset of the time. In point of fact, in my kids’ middle school they used this book “Word Power” (or something like that) intended to help the kids with language building and SAT scores and there was a huge…

I was actually very upset at the cheering and got into a mini-fight with several of my friends about it. Cheering seemed so not appropriate to me, even given the circumstances. It made me think of all of the Iranian anti-american rallies televised when I was a little girl, and the effigy hangings. It felt not right -…

Same. Only, my dad. My dad who raised me to be a rabidly feminist, liberal, volunteering bad-ass. The man who was a former hippy. Who hated being drafted into military service. Who didn’t tell on me when he caught me smoking - cigarettes or otherwise - who always took my side over my uber-religious mother and my…

My favorite part was when he basically goosestepped them all up onto the stage where they were COMPLTELY FUCKING IGNORED but everyone in the room. And when he finally realized it he just swept passed them back down the little staircase and they followed like lemmings.

His generals? He has 200 of them in case he hasn’t told you!