That sounds like an excellent plan.

I feel the same way, right now I just want to go home, feed my family and be oppressed by my cats.

Despite Uhura’s constrained role in the series, limited often by what the network would allow from what some writers have said, communications is a far bigger job than “glorified receptionist”.
Tell you what, go tell the head of the communications department on a US Navy flagship that they’re a glorified receptionist…

What about parents who take out loans to pay for their kids’ college? I’m still paying on my own college loans and as much as I love my kid and would happily pay for her schooling if I had the resources, I can’t imagine taking on more debt at the moment. She can live in my house as long as she’s in school, though.

I am not a violent person, but every time I see that man’s smarmy face, I just want to punch it.

That one totally pissed me off. Especially since those people also completely ignored the historical context. I have an awesome picture book of European fashion from a museum in Japan and there’s a substantial section about how the opening of real trade with Europe in the 19th century influenced art and fashion in the…

They do taste like soil. But I think the major thing is where they’re grown. If your beets are grown in rich loam on limestone hills, you get deliciously earthy sweet richness. If they’re grown in poor soil with lots of fertilizer, you get the beets of despair.

You could combine excuse and location by meeting the object of your affections at the graveyard to “pay your respects”. This could backfire if someone else thinks it’s a good idea, but chances of that are low. People are more into food than graves.

Wussies.

I would personally like to airdrop every single one of these guy who are in favor of blanket-banning refugees right into the thick of things in Syria and see how they like it.

(I keep fighting the urge to say “dumbo drop”, but that’s an insult to elephants.)

These stories are so bizarre that without my realizing it, the mental voice I hear when reading went from generic male/female narration to Cecil Palmer, the voice of Night Vale. Seriously, the chocolate pie story could have happened in the diner there.

I would have loved to have seen the look on the recipient’s face. I know it’s not a laughing matter, but...

Rapunzel.

The breaking point for us was my husband’s cpap machine. I just couldn’t rest with what sounded like Darth Vader in the bed next to me!

The same thing with me and my husband. He’s got to have noise and a fan going, utter darkness and likes just a sheet + thin blanket. I like quiet, still air, a nightlight, so many blankets and the cats sleep on me. We both rest so much better in separate rooms.

Dude, if you want to call me a liar and then compare apples to oranges, feel free. I know my life and my experiences.

The assumptions that I am a terrible sexist sow who clearly has it in for men because I’m tired of being told that I need to be more decorative for their enjoyment. I know many guys who’d never in a million years attempt to dictate someone else’s appearance. But there are those who do and they are insufferable.