A monkey in Puerto Rico stole my sandwich when I was 4. We have it all on film (back when we filmed "home movies" on actual film). I was happily eating my sandwich for lunch at a friend's shop, there were monkeys in the palm trees above, one swooped down, took the sandwich, back up to the tree, took a bite, and spit…

Thank you, Lindy. Your writing on hipster racism, the war on women, rape culture, fat acceptance, etc., etc., .... epic, appreciated, and elevating. You've advanced the discourse in noticeable and important ways.

There is something really absurd and strange about seeing the same dress on so many different models. Alone, it's just a person wearing a dress. All lined up like you've done, and they look somehow foolish, like they are lemmings getting PLAYED by the marketing machine.

To me it looks like a "look at my huge surgical scar" frock. An enormous surgical scar crossed with hockey skates.

Eyes for Lies - whose assessments of public lying are almost always spot-on, has this to say about the mother (TL;DR she is hiding something and responded abnormally): http://bit.ly/1mdCBXI