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Oh, I know you’re not wrong. I just wanted to make sure that you know that I know.

I mean, I guess you could have explained why you thought OP was wrong, but you did eventually anyway. But they were way out of line, though, and—my main takeaway—you weren’t wrong. I read the linked article about how interracial marriage won’t save us from racial inequality (which, yeah, true), and a lot of the

Solid read. There was a similar piece on Buzzfeed a little while ago, but this one does a nice job of highlighting what this trend(?) means for South Asian women.

(Minor criticism: one of the linked articles is behind a paywall, and not all of us are affiliated with an academic institution.)

I think we read different articles. The author isn’t criticizing Nanjiani and Aziz for depicting interracial relationships per se, but for placing white women as the paragon of attractiveness—and noting the depiction of women of color continues to suffer as a result. Indeed, she wrote

So, Pixies then...?

Epic burn, TMoL.
On a related note, I hate Arizona.

Off-topic, but I really, really enjoy how fantastically out of place Popovich looks in the photo up top.

It might be infuriating because it’s stupid.
ETA: I didn’t see the other comments before I posted....I regret nothing.

Though I really appreciate your anecdotal evidence

Gilbert is a thin-skinned weasel who practices a predatory form of capitalism.

Given that (American?) sports franchises tend to be owned by scumbags, it’d be interesting to see a ranking of team owners. Gilbert could simply be average for all I know.

[checks time stamp]
“Yep, written before the election...”

Rugby union is the closest sporting equivalent to a demolition derby.

For sure! If you want a perfect game, you can’t throw the ball into a hitter’s wheelhouse. I’m just sympathetic for getting so close to a notable achievement and falling oh-so-short.

I’m an A’s fan, and even I feel a little sorry for Holman.

I’d buy a jersey for that! (And I’m a friggin’ cheapskate.)

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