They really are just like the Tea Party!

Truthfully, I don’t. I was raised Catholic, stopped going to church when I was 11, and disagree with a lot of the hard-line dogma. I mean, technically I know the Trinity is a thing, but I think like many aspects of religion people take it way more literally than it was ever meant to be.

Okay, maybe prophets is a better word? Jesus isn’t really a deity either, technically - he’s the son of God. Either way, I don’t think Buddha or Jesus would be very appreciative of all these haters clinging to their robe hems.

Who would have thought Buddhists had their own equivalent of the extremely Christian right? These are all dudes so unchill their own deities wouldn’t wanna hang with them.

I like that, I think it’s much better if they do that on a voluntary basis and have a way to designate who has opted out.

Yeah I’m pretty okay with everything but the part where they’re allowed to touch you. It’s not scary, I just don’t like strangers touching me.

Either that, or I wonder if it actually might be cathartic in a way, to be able to step away from yourself for a little while and play it out as someone else’s pain.

That thing looks like a screenshot from one of those cyst-from-hell videos.

Yeah, I really wish I could have heard it. I did find a video of a someone from Chester, SC, which is pretty close to where my nan’s gramma Watt came from. It’s funny too, that she mentions she calls rain “the devil beating his wife” because my grandmother used to say that all the time and now I guess I have an idea…

I don’t understand why you wouldn’t check the menu first if you know you have a special diet. It isn’t the restaurant’s job to cater to your diet, it’s YOUR job to look it up and make sure they have something on the menu that will work for you. Like for instance, I hate chicken. I have always hated chicken. Since it’s…

Tidewater is the geographic area I always see cited by linguists as being the closest to the English of the Elizabethans. I’ve also seen the Scots Irish of the Carolinas who then spread west cited as a big influence on the broader Southern accent. My grandmother’s paternal grandmother was South Carolina-born Scots…

It’s okay, he just woke up in the very terrifyingly Australian bedroom of a one-night-stand.

The girl he went home with the night before wasn’t.

Sounds to me like Jabrill’s word isn’t the only thing he has. #clappedup

Yes, actually, it is unethical. I have an archaeology degree, I don’t give a flying fuck about gospels, and I’d rather study an artifact we know exists than destroy it for the sake of some hypothetical holy grail that it probably isn’t concealing anyway.

My unscientific theory is because Catholics. I still can’t really wrap my head around fish being in the same category as beef, pork or poultry myself, because of the no meat/fish on Fridays during Lent thing that I grew up with. And you gotta remember, New Orleans is still a very Catholic city.

So sad about this, she was one of my favorites. I remember seeing At Sword’s Point/Sons of the Musketeers (where she was a Musketeer) on tv at a very young age, and the impression it had on me. Girls didn’t have to wait around in pretty dresses for a guy to come rescue her, sometimes they could *be* the rescuers.

It’s just a matter of choice, I think. My mom’s grandma was a Kathryn, and her old childhood prayer book has “Katie” pencilled in the front page.

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.

I felt the same way about that one too!