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Ellen is interwoven for me with my own coming out. My parents were both fans of her sitcom, and had been watching up to that point, and I knew it. I, fourteen, read in the newspaper about how she was a lesbian, and was coming out on her show, and how big a deal this was.

I have a coworker who had a joint Facebook account with her fiance.

Mosquitoes are, unfortunately, important pollinators (it’s only pregnant females that are bloodsuckers; males and young females feed on nectar), especially for goldenrod and orchids, and a major food source for just about everything that eats bugs: spiders, birds, bats, fish, amphibians.

Assuming this is true:

For a rat, the loss of a comrade is a serious blow. They’re a social animal, and the loss of one of the pack is a terrible thing. I believe this. I had a pet rat once who stopped eating for two days after the untimely death of her friend. She grieved, in her way.

So I make this coconut curry lentil soup regularly. Without salt, it is vile. Despite all the spice, it tastes bland and chalky and horrible. Add a bit of salt, and it is perfectly balanced heaven. It is my favourite meal.

That’s the best legacy I could ask for.

I... was under the impression that you couldn’t be forced to testify against your spouse. Is this wrong?

In the early 90s, I knew a girl who had a phone in her own room (jealous already) that was shaped like a piano, with the keys being the phone buttons. When you pressed the keys, they played tinny electronic vaguely piano noises. You could play songs on it if you didn’t lift the receiver.

My mother says that a lot of her wedding in 1977 involved a lot of “well other people say I should do this so I guess I will to make them happy.” But the absolute one thing she refused to compromise on was no fruitcake.

My birthday is right around the right time for a Christmas conception. But then, my dad’s birthday is December, too.

I’m Canadian. Maybe it’s regional.

Apparently it refers to a very dark-skinned black person. Unsurprisingly, the websites that informed me of this were pretty vile.

“Blue gummed” was an entirely new term for me. I wish I hadn’t had to google that.

How do you stuff a head of lettuce???

I will never understand the idea that children cannot be allowed to know of things in the world. Five is too young to know about world hunger, but six is okay? Or are you better off waiting until seven? What about death? Do you have to wait until a certain age before they can know that we won’t all live forever? What

Randomly: hello, fellow Prince Georgian!

How will anyone know about Jesus without Christmas throwing up on everything?

My guess is that it’s concealer over tattoos. Not very good concealer, either.

I had a pretty comprehensive sex ed as a child, too. I asked a lot of questions, and mom used to do sex ed counselling, so she’d just tell me plainly.