Wow. Wow, wow. I know this is not how you meant it, but this sounds kinda shitty to your close group of friends. It is rather too bad you can't assemble them Voltron style to make the 'perfect' friend. You won't be able to re-create Naomi.

He looks like, as my mother would say, "a mouth breather". He doesn't do it for me, but different strokes for different folks, I guess?

It seems like there is as price on these rights, one that can be 'bought' off of them. That seemed to be the gist this time around. Or money>rights?

Uh, because you guys are driving the racist bus.

This entire conversation has been an eye-opener for me. (Special snowflake warning). I used to be on the 'fat people=lazy=have some willpower already=I did it and have been fine for 5 years!!11!!' bandwagon. I've been fairly lean most of my life, which has been primarily genetics. For awhile in college I had a bad mix…

When I was in grad school this stuff happened all the time. And you'd get drummed out or excuses made for the PIs if you even complained. I feel like a coward for never doing anything about what happened to me, but after I told my boss the response was like "well he's stressed out". My boss wasn't terribly…

And then you get mycobacterium somewhere in one of the TC hoods... Oh wait! It is yeast! Wait, an incubator? We can crowd source someone to clean it out! Argh. This drives me crazy—I realize that everyone is super smart special snowflakes, but seriously occasionally just trust that you might know less than someone who…