I’d have to manage someone who would constantly be telling me that’s not the way she did it.

Seen on bumper sticker recently:
Science flew us to the moon.
Religion flew airplanes into buildings.

Word. I’m really good at accounting (putting money in boxes!), was (weirdly) pretty good at geometry and calculus (not that I remember them now) but fuck me, certain algebra concepts are still beyond me: matrices, probability (“’if you have a deck of cards, what’s the chance that one will be the gold King of Siam in…

...then the immigrant, an artist with a keen eye and a temper, falls in love with her sham-marriage partner... hilarity ensues!!

There is indeed nothing new under the sun.

If your 21st was like mine, the handover must have just barely cleared before the wedding!

A kurva!

“In its current form, this is a legacy of Barry Goldwater and Richard Nixon, who didn’t just pander to a grievance-stricken right wing but in many ways created it, taking advantage of mass suburbanization and white flight to stoke fears of the Other that underwrite our politics today.”

I can’t decide if I’d rather see al-Baghdadi drone stricken or captured then publicly tortured to death....

Man, Third Eye Blind played at my college’s spring festival in the early 2000s. “Blinded” was the big hit of that era. It’s the soundtrack of that God-foresaken summer: grieving, depressed, lonely, drunk and more than a bit caught up in my on-again, off-again FWB.....

Fair enough. I thought maybe it might be a poetic usage, but that would be.... odd in this context....

“fell pregnant”? Attack of the stork?

Well, he was her ex-stepbrother at the time of such crush, and that’s a slightly different genre....

Having seen a dear, dear relative grow sick and die from kidney cancer, I’d have punched her in the throat. Then hit her with the book for good measure. (But that’s just me.)
This crazy bitch on tv should live so long that she gets cancer!

Those machines are designed to be as slow and exasperating as possible. “YOUR... TOMATOES.... WEIGH... 2... POUNDS... 6.... OUNCES... AND... COST.. THREE... DOLLARS... AND TWELVE..... CENTS...... PUT..... YOUR.... 2.....POUNDS....6...OUNCES....OF......TOMATOES..... ON....THE....CONVEYER.....BELT......

GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…

Ok, whatevs, you trashy hypocrite snowbilly hick....

Or a more localized approach:

A good friend of mine went right after college. She had an ok time (she was waylayed by food poisoning most of the trip so she looks pale and weak in the photos). She said the commentary was fairly balanced but the atmosphere was very “so you’re going to meet nice Jewish boys/girls and make lots of babies, RIGHT????”…

Extreme itchiness especially at night. Like, claw your skin off itching. They can’t be seen as they’re microscopic mites. But the skin can be red. Eventually you’ll see ‘tunnels’ in the skin. There’s no test so it’s based on symptoms— and trying the pesticide cream treatment to see if it works. It was pure hell.