Knowing I’ll get there, it’s all good, and not worth raging over has helped me immensely. It’s done very little for the driving skills of those around me, though.

In California in 1992, you had to take drivers’ ed at school or complete private classes and a certain number hours of in-car training with a licensed instructor. (If you were under 18, I think, and also had to do a certain number hours more with a licensed adult, etc.) I remember because I didn’t get into school…

I have shitty night vision and while I can handle frequently traveled roads, even on those I’ll always let the other person drive. We’re all better off.

And don’t get me started on the blackout a few months ago. They’re DEFINITELY not teaching what to do at malfunctioning traffic lights anymore. I had to practically get out of my car and direct traffic.

Yesterday I asked someone “Do they not teach ‘turn your headlights on during fog/heavy rain’ in drivers’ ed anymore?” She replied “I don’t think drivers’ ed exists anymore!”

The same science used here showed that your left lane camper is also an asshole, even if the speed limit is 60, and should move over.

I remember being specifically taught to NOT just follow the car in front of you.

I occasionally do this but I wasn’t in the mood for being the one flipped off when she was the stupid sack of garbage in the scenario.

The rest of the world thinks they’re good enough drivers to stop on a dime and therefore rules don’t apply to them.

I wish I knew how to answer that. When a high school boyfriend dumped me, I was relieved because his driving was TERRIFYING* but I didn’t know what to do about it. I was all “well, I’m dumped but at least now I’ll live to graduate!”

I commute between two small towns on a four lane highway in a region known for “left lane camping.”* During thick traffic (which isn’t very thick by national standards) I get a huge kick out of going with the flow of traffic in the right lane and watching the people in front of weaving in out and tailgating trying to…

I left work early on Friday because we got about 5 inches of snow that afternoon/evening. There was at least 1 1/2 inches on the unplowed highway as I made my way home, in the right lane, with some FUCKSHIT tailgating me the whole way at a distance that would have been unsafe in dry conditions. I did a gentle breaktap…

Haters hate all you want - getting smashed and throwing axes sounds like fun. I’m glad I have a yard and can do it for the cost of the Jack Daniels alone. Just gotta remember to not hit the neighbors’ kids.

It could, but it’s not. I had text and e-mail before Facebook but we weren’t communicating like we do now.

I think social media is mostly what you make of it. If you spend all day fighting with strangers or coveting the life you think your sophomore lab partner leads, it’s probably not good for you. I swap recipes and jokes with family members and old friends I actually still like but live far away from. And when I start…

I don’t want to. I live 300 miles from most of my family and childhood friends and I like frequently communicating with them. They are not assholes. I am not an asshole. I refrain from interacting with random assholes on public pages. Result: I’m a happy person who sees how social media can be bad but also how it…

That’s actually one of the reasons it makes me mad. For years clean eating was just what bodybuilders did to cut fat/keep in shape. Then it became a national (worldwide?) trend and now no one can do it without it being assumed you believe in “cleansing” when you really just eat frequent, small portions of unprocessed…

My single mom had to put food on the table so she mostly left me to take care of myself when I got sick. The time she stayed home from work to take me to a doctor, I was terrified because I thought that meant I was dying.

When I’m single (most of the time) I’m told it’s because I’m too picky. On the rare occasion there’s a man on my arm, I’m told I should get rid of him because I can do better. People are stupid assholes who talk shit because they like the sound of their voices.

I’m reading Fitness Junkie which is a sendup of the wellness movement. It’s much better than I expected.