Here’s how I see it. People don’t get to choose who they work with in a job if someone else is hiring their colleagues. People especially don’t get to choose who their bosses are in most environments. Having a rule that certain situations will not occur in the workplace protects people from unexpected intrusions into…

To clarify: I’m the mom who took the tablet from the junior high son when I heard Pewdie-Pie go off the rails.

I wonder if the new settings will filter out hilarious YouTuber gamers that the junior-high set follows until Mom hears Pewdie-Pie use the n-word.

The difference is that Tom and Jerry were always like that. Peppa is a different cartoon so the expectation is that the viewing experience will be “Peppa as Usual.” (And I laughed out loud at the T&J video. Great memories.)

This reply is everything to me right now. Thank you. And you’re right. I prefer to be called a woman, not a female-as-a-noun. Thanks for pointing that out to the original poster.

My three-year-old cat died unexpectedly last week. In the middle of one of my crying jags, this occurred to me. Maybe there’s some sort of life after this, and my little cat will find a new home with someone who has died and had to leave her own cat behind for someone else to care for. So...if you believe in “the…

That’s a good point. It IS clannish. My grandmother, an Italian immigrant, grew up outside of Buffalo. They had a strong, closed cultural system because they were the outsiders and they had to support each other. But now the descendants in those clannish areas of Irish, Polish, and Italian are mainstream. They are not…

I’m from the same area you are, and I understand. I hear a lot of this in the rural communities so close to Buffalo and Rochester and it always surprises me. It’s so...embedded. The people who have learned it from just not knowing better, though? They ARE taught that, by others who don’t know any better. And now I’m…

This was a lovely description. Thank you.

YES! Some discontinued flavors from the “savory era” were celery, Italian, mixed vegetable, and tomato. (Source: my local Jell-O Museum in LeRoy, NY.)

You guys...if you’re ever in western NY you MUST visit the Jell-O Museum. I live near it and you can buy recipe books of the most disgusting combinations of food and jello. It is fascinating. Please ungray me; I will do no harm here except maybe to serve Jell-O with a dollop of mayo instead of whipped cream.