I had to Google that earlier today to find out what people were upset about. I’ve only wandered over to Deadspin on a few occasions, so I’m a bit of a naïf on this subject.

Sorry! I geek out over the actual ship, not the movie ;-)

Not wholly accurate — the head of the shipping company was pressuring the captain to beat the Atlantic crossing time achieved by one of their other ships, but an actual speed record wasn’t even possible. (RMS Titanic was simply too big for that.)

The THANK GOD link appears to be busted...

I too am an avid cat-sitter! My Facebook feed is flooded with pix of other people’s cats, with their owners tagged so they don’t feel I’m Bogarting their kitties. :)

I clicked on them all (because I’m procrastinating from doing stuff I actually need to do).

Like Angela, my thoughts immediately went to “boiled chicken thigh.” Never occurred to me it could possibly be a baked good.

I am reading this while sitting in bed eating candy corn. No apologies.

And of course he’s creeping on the beauty pageant contestant...

Not as a regular thing, but on that occasion it kind of seemed like it to me!

My sister’s a Boomer! (Just barely.)

Fair enough! Although as I mentioned to another poster, I was more judgey about her oh-poor-me complaining than her decision to indulge them in the first place.

I think in her case it was more about not wanting to disappoint them (they weren’t prone to loud public fits), but I get your point! I was less annoyed by her decision to cave than by her playing the victim card later ;-)

Yep. I was New England-raised (rural Vermont, although we were transplants from Chicago) but later went to grad school in Iowa. I know plenty of people who would think the blow-up-shit stuff was wicked cool.

I have occasionally been hick-adjacent, but yeah... not really my thing.

Good point. Fortunately we didn’t get MTV and I was far less aware of those predecessors. ;-)

Yes, I thought she was a complete weenie about it and had no right to complain under the circumstances!

My sister and brother-in-law took their 3-year-old daughter and 5-year-old son with them to the ultrasound, because both parents wanted to be there and it was easier than arranging childcare. The doctor asked “Do you want to know what it is?” and the parents said “NO!” while the siblings yelled “Yes!”

I was just shaking my head over this story on my FB News Feed. Instagram culture has gotten way out of hand. And I would never in a million years think “Hey, what’s a good way to announce whether I’m having a boy or a girl? I know! We’ll shoot off explosives!”