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I was a pretty averagely ignorant white person until I spent some time teaching in all-black elementary schools in the rural south. Mind. Blown. Spending time with those kids and their families, seeing the white world from their point of view, and hearing insane shit from other white people changed me forever. I now…

Exaaaaaaactly.

Seriously? Every vegetarian or vegan I've ever met has been low-key and even apologetic about it.

Yes, those are mine, too!

No, they don't! I don't know what miracle of undie technology is responsible, but dang, I've been waiting my whole life for this.

I came of age in the full flowering of over-sized, body-hiding 80's bagginess. It took a long time for me to throw that off. Now I see that ALL people look better in clothes that actually fit their bodies. This new awareness is not going to disappear from the hive mind anytime soon.

Since I discovered those thin, slippery under-shorts that you can wear under skirts, I am ALL DRESS ALL THE TIME. Really, for ladies w/o a thigh gap, they are life changing.

I agree — many of these stories are then passed along to mainstream journalists who don't bother to correct their mistake until everyone has grown to believe it. And GAH I get sick of linking people to Snopes or whatever but sometimes it is just to hard to let the idiocy stand.

I wanted a girl, too, mostly because I only had a sister and didn't know any boys, and I thought a house full of toy cars and action figures would be alienating. Now I have TWO boys, teens now, and they are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, and most interesting people I could imagine giving birth to. I LOVE BOYS.

AAAAAAHHHHHH!

That's really weird. And sad. What was her cause of death? Crazy...

Actually, I think there's a certain amount of anxiety when you meet someone new, and that anxiety has a way of making your mind go blank. That would explain why it's easier to remember dumb unimportant stuff while the stuff that matters just ain't there.

I only remember names if I make a deliberate effort to remember them. That means immediately repeating them: "I'm Carybdis Cardamom." "Hi, Carybdis!" And then saying the names to myself over and over. Sometimes attaching a feature to a name helps: "Carybdis with the far apart eyes." Say that to yourself a few times…

Maybe. I gotta say, the racist responses to the Michael Brown shooting and the awful sexist trolling *everywhere* are SO BAD that just getting on the internet ruins my day more often than not. Even coming to Jezebel has become demoralizing — the news is so consistently horrifying (trolling RW's daughter, really?) —…

Yeah. I'm feeling irrationally upset by this. Back in the gray days I rarely got a response to my comments — I just don't post enough and I suppose not cleverly enough. I've enjoyed occasionally interacting with other Jezzies in this format. I mean, I saw the rape gifs and was shaken by them so I know what this is all…

Isn't it possible to disable media uploads from new accounts w/o resorting to grays? Seriously, maybe I'm a big baby, and I'm fine losing gif privileges, but I feel like I've been around long enough not to have to be in the gray anymore. Feh. Maybe it's time to leave the stupid internet commenting world altogether.

So sad and horrible for the children. I suppose a screaming terror of heights and of cliffs in particular has its advantages.

I can't get past the fact that the woman brought two children and a baby to a restaurant all by herself. What did she think was going to happen? What if the 4 yr old had to use the potty — let her go by herself? Plus: what is even slightly pleasant about bringing 3 kids to a restaurant? Why do it? This is why take-out…

Poor sad man.