Indeed, I’m sort of horrified to discover my 5’7” kitchen privilege. On the other hand, I’ve never heard complaints from my 6’0” mom about the height of her kitchen counters - which are 1960s standard. She’s always been far more concerned about the fact that she doesn’t have much workspace.

Not gonna lie, I think the stuff from yandy is a lot of fun. If I had the figure and the confidence for it I would wear the shit out of Darth Vader and She-Ra and possibly on days that weren't Halloween.

I mean this in the nicest possible way, but fuck that. The basic white Murrica diet is killing us, so I am personally going to try anything that seems conceivably healthier and tastes good.

So after some back and forth about it, my roommate and I went to see the movie anyway.

Anyone who disagrees with this choice is not actually a human being.

See also “wait, what about Thor’s real hammer!?”

Dicks.

It works really well in the books. I promise.

I’m having trouble with this as a movie, because the self-depreciation and humor in David’s inner monologue is so good.

I am sort of surprised at the idea that there were any single ladies on there looking to be participants in illicit affairs. Like, my experience of being a participant in cheating was that it pretty much sucked for all parties. (Vastly different than my experience of being a participant in open relationships, fwiw). I…

At least no one has publicly given up hope on the Ogopogo.

And then we can hike down to the new Aurelio's on Roosevelt. My family was there today and they ran into Joe Jr. Himself and it was apparently just as delicious as the original.

Can we sit meditatively in front of the big tank for hours?

I'm going on vacation! To an archive of... Our own.

I require research citations!

Hang in there.

Pretty sure my colleagues think I am insane because of how often I challenge what they see as the status quo. I seethe with rage whenever I get an email about how one of the lady teachers needs to talk to one of the girls about their cleavage. Try checking your privilege and looking the students in the eyes.

How odd! My middle schoolers seem to think it's hilarious! *insert teacher bitchface here*

The amount of pressure I get from my administration and colleagues to enforce the dress code is patently absurd. I basically act like I am oblivious, because ADHD, and that's flown so far, but it's kind of obnoxious that I have to choose between saying no to slut shaming and paying the rent.

Uh. A quick review reminds me that last Election Day, most of the races I voted in were non-contested and/or entirely republican. So thank you for blaming me for something I didn't do.