For your amazing work on this entire post... you are my hero.

!!! you are amazing

This has been amazing to read.

I can’t stop laughing.

YASSS

Holy shit that made me feel sick to my stomach.

...yeah I don’t know if my relationship could recover from that. Thank god my husband agrees with me (we were both more Bernie types early on, I switched to Hillary earlier than he did but he has no qualms about voting for her in November).

I’m definitely comforted by the polls and his ongoing implosion, but it doesn’t lessen the sting of my own parents being ostensibly horrible people. I don’t know how/if I can truly respect them after this. They were never this overtly racist or unhinged.

This has happened a few times! It feels like a bizarro world where everything and everyone is awful. I’m thankful that most of my friends and colleagues are anti-Trump, but the fact that my parents aren’t among them has been really hard to swallow. Especially my mom, who I thought was coming around to being…

This has caused a very personal crisis for me, as both of my (divorced, independent-of-each-other) parents are apparently Trump supporters. I ... don’t understand and am seriously depressed by it (not being glib, it’s causing anxiety/depression because I have no idea how I can even be in the same room as my parents…

That should be a fundraiser or a raffle prize or something, though I’m pretty sure RBG isn’t allowed to take part in such things. That would be a dream.

Cabinets full of women > binders full of women.

Tomato + Velveeta (yes, yes, technically not even real cheese, but SO GOOD) sandwiches are one of my favorite childhood staples. I want one right now tbh

HA! Oh I totally get all of that. My middle school experience was atrocious, so it’s really funny to me that I work at one and actually get along with the vast majority of the kids. They can be really, truly annoying, but they can also be super endearing. I like the younger ones (grade 6) moreso than the other ones,…

I often am, and often do, but spend time with a middle schooler in a 90-degree classroom and “adorable” is the last thing you’d think!

Oh, I’m sure that I did it and looked extremely doofy, but I also didn’t punctuate every sentence from my mouth with it. When I say any given kid could dab 10-15 times within a 50-minute class, I’m not exaggerating. Right answer? Dab. “Can I go to the bathroom?” “Sure” Dab. The homework for tomorrow is blah blah. “Ok…

Ha, true. Fashion-wise, their trends are generally pretty decent. Skinny jeans are ubiquitous, but I wonder for how long.

My students do this all the time. I think it looks ridiculous, and tell them so. If only they could see video of themselves looking that dumb in 20 years, they would think twice about dabbing every three seconds.

Pseudo-seders are a bizarre thing among evangelicals. Back in my religious teen years, our church hosted one every year. Looking back, I have no idea why I didn’t side-eye the shit out of the practice. It seems like a strange way of feeling ‘connected’ with God’s “chosen people” without actually having to be tolerant…

That baby hippo looks remarkably like my sister’s fat Boston terrier.