The hipster d-bag bar two neighborhoods over has a menu with their “bespoke cocktails”

Yeah, he’s that friend who you’ve known forever and he’s really a good guy but occasionally does dumb things like we all do and you’re just like “dude, that kind of sucked” and he’s like “yeah, I know, I’m sorry”. I can’t be too mad at him

Tangentially related: the city of Boston is PIIIIIIIIIIIISSED that he’s already making a movie about the Marathon bombing. What a piece of opportunistic shit he is. (Also: racist.)

Being mindful of your neighbors is part of the operational overhead of living in a high-density city, so no the “privacy of your own home” is not material to the conversation here. If I blast Metallica at 11pm in the “privacy of my home” I can expect a call from the po-po responding to noise complaints from my…

It shouldn’t have been too much of a shock, 70% of MA is anti-death penalty and we consistently vote it down whenever it comes up for discussion. That’s the only reason they made this a Federal case, despite it being a fairly straightforward mass-murder that would have easily been handled by State charges — they…

So the word “woman” doesn’t actually mean anything? If someone is identifying themselves as a “woman” and that word has no fixed definition, what are they identifying as, and why are they so hung up on being called that?

Its disingenuous at best — flat out dishonest at worst — to deny that there is a common set of experiences and concerns for women who are and have always been biologically women, specifically around our reproductive systems: control of them, maintenance of them, pathologies of them real and imagined, lack of focus and…

Its takeout only, there’s one down by gates 1-7 and another towards the other end, maybe around gate 38 or so? They have the pastries, empanadas, and croquetas (my food secret — I love those little fuckers), and then also sandwiches so I can get the media noche when I’m not really feeling a paper bag full of grease. I…

I’m lucky, I guess, nothing even remotely close to that ever happened to me. I was also a pretty homely kid so that was probably a contributing factor. I didn’t really come into my own until near the end of college and then into my 20s, and even then I didn’t wear flattering clothes because I’m a completely fucking…

Oh! Yeah its around gate 30-ish I think. The line there has always been too long for me to get anything, I’d rather grab an empanada and use my time having a drink at the bar.

I’m sure you’re right, I just have my places that I go so I don’t look around at what else is there. I’m very much a creature of habit in airports, I need the comfort of the predictable in that environment.

LOL! What gate was it near? I’m in that airport about once a month (used to be once a week, thank god that’s over.) I usually hit up Ku-Va for a glass of wine and the fried yuca, but if I don’t have time to sit I’ll grab empanadas from Cafe Versailles.

Puerto Rican or Cuban? Most of the food at MIA is Cuban.

It’s the Latin word for “turnip”, which is a member of the same plant family (see also: rappa, rappini)

I’m not sure why you think I’m “afraid” of anything, since you know diddly fuck about me. My conscience is clear, which is good because I just bought a ticket to an Afrofunk show with a band comprised of nine white dudes from Holland. I’m dancing already!

It’s opt-in. Jesus Christ. Unclench, will you?

OK, so I need to publish my voting record and my financial transactions so you can see where my charity and political support money goes, so you can measure the strength of my conviction? Is there a sliding scale?

OK, so I can listen to Afrofunk played by white dudes if I post some political screed in the Gawker comments section? Cool beans. Is there an exchange rate, and does it correlate with the success of the artist? Like if its just some guy who plays West African-inspired tunes at an open mic night on Tuesdays can he…

No, they actually do think you're full of shit.

I grew up there and haven't been back in years, but I assume "yes" since its national epicenter of female Humanities and Social Science professors, who almost to a woman really dig their flowy clothing, and also we have a lot of muck in the Spring so rainboots and/or duckboots are pretty much a requirement.