Also the home of the Diet of Worms, which is how Martin Luther lost weight.

Yes I did.

Actually, that’s kind of the gist of the prayer—more tactfully stated, of course. (It’s part of our Prayers of the People litany.) There’s a line in there about behaving with humility, too. The way our rector worded it, it either reads completely straight or as very subtle shade.

Rita Moreno was in One Day at a Time? Uh...

I had to pray for this man BY NAME in church this morning and then I came home to this.

Women who want that often learn, the hard way, years too late, that for them it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Superficially, sure, if those are the things that are most important to you. I know quite a few people who are living that kind of life and appear to be happy.

I’m guessing the problem wasn’t the actual sexual abuse (which was her own fault, naturally) but the fact that she somehow allowed it to become public knowledge.

I wondered about this in a comment farther down. From the outside, at least (as a White non-soror) the Black sororities on my campus just seemed more serious and service- and achievement-oriented. If I’d known they were open to (and if they were welcoming of) White members, I might actually have thought about pledging…

There are off-white pearls?

But especially Illinois Nazis.

I was shy in college, so I hooked up with my (mainline Protestant) church denomination’s college group. We actually had a blast...and we went to lots of (left-wing) political demonstrations, did service weekend trips to Philadelphia...I still keep in touch with friends from that time. Who needs a sorority?

Not to dismiss or deny the racist aspect of the whole setup, but maybe some of them pledge Black sororities? At my university (late 80s-early 90s) the AKA rushees DID dress all the time as if they were about to head out to a job interview and looked incredibly serious and adult. From the outside, it just looked like…

$$$$$

And all in the exact same little black dress and the same Brazilian blowout...and all accessorizing with the same crappy rush week tote bag slung over the same shoulder (left, never right). It never fails to amaze me. One can distinguish more individual personalities in a proverbial flock of sheep.

Honestly, that sounds...Stepfordesque. If that was all I had to look forward to after college I’d nope the fuck out of there.

Gotta work on that all-important larynx-destroying vocal fry, donchaknow.

I hear you. I never quite got it, either. The dialogue always seemed to be too precious at best and overreaching at worst.

That only works until geekdom has achieved hegemony, at which point  people like me, who hate Harry Potter and superhero movies and shudder at the notion of turning one’s house into a repository for overgrown Happy Meal toys, will become the iconoclasts.

In Chicago, we had corner stores, not bodegas. Damn, cats would have been cool. But nomenclature aside, a company like this would be gunning for them all.