The curse words were probably “pussy” which is OK for their boy trump to brag about assaulting, but not OK for the girls to use in protest.

That was my thought, too.  Everything was just too stereotypical.  It is either a writer who is testing out a character for a book, or it is someone else who is going to say “gotcha!”

She is on her parent’s health insurance, so that is one more thing that she doesn’t pay for.  She also says that groceries don’t cost anything, which means that her parents are paying for those, too.

I tried to read the Refinery article, and I couldn’t get through it. It read too much like a parody of what Boomers think life is like for Millenials. I keep expecting news to come out that someone pulled a fast one on Refinery. There were just too many mentions of avocado toast.

I don’t think Campari would make a comeback if it weren’t pink. You have to have a brightly colored drink to show off on Instagram. Rose, anyone?

I am somewhat nostalgic for tuna casserole with potato chip topping, but I won’t make it because I assume that childhood me had far worse taste in food than adult me who knows better.

There were versions of it in KC, KS.  I didn’t realize the state line was that much of a barrier.  But tenderloins (a waste of good meat) are incredibly popular in southern Indiana.

My dad is from Indiana, and they love their tenderloins. They take a nice cut of meat, pound it out paper thin (it ends up being about the size of a shoe) and coat it in flour and fry it. I have never heard of a saltine coating on their version.

I think that list consists of businessmen, oil/fracking barons, angry white women with Stockholm syndrome, and ranchers out west who want to claim all the land for themselves.

The Princess Bride book opened my eyes to the fact that the book is definitely not always better than the movie.

“Robert Shaw’s magnificent performance shades him in tremendously, notably with a famous monologue that explains his Ahab-like tendencies”

One time at the grocery store, I let an old lady go ahead of me in line, and she paid in loose pennies and nickels (now I would just buy her groceries for her, but I was poor). There are far worse things than paying in quarters.

She was also about six feet tall at a time when most women were under 5'.  She must have been quite the sight storming a bar with her axe.

Many years ago, there was a car company (I want to say Cadillac) that required male designers to put on a skirt and fake nails when they configured car layouts because they realized that women hated their designs.

I know a few of them, but they all design smaller buildings like houses.

The tables in our conference rooms all have them.  Why they exist becomes immediately obvious when the tables face each other and you are wearing a skirt.

Maybe they are agents of the NPS and NFS.

Our yard in on the edge of woods, so we get a couple of families of the critters hanging out at our place every year.  They will devour a vegetable garden, but they have never touched the wiring on any vehicle or lawnmower.

I totally respected my bartender a few weeks ago when I ordered a barelywine for my second beer and he warned me that it only came in a pint bottle. I didn’t want to be wasted when I rode my bike home, so he offered to sell it to me without opening it so I could take it home. 

I agree with everything on the list, but #1 can not be restated loudly or often enough. I hate IPAs. They are awful. I hate anything with a bitter flavor, but I can drink sours, saisons, or even a smooth porter all day. Sometimes I am craving a beer but end up ordering water because everything on the menu has too much…