If MJ is her bio-dad, she wouldn’t be black, she’d be biracial and yes, that’s entirely possible.

I was harassed in grad school. The Dept of Ed said I’d have to be called a racial slur with 6 witnesses. My harassers filed sexual harassment complaints in their third wave of trying to drive me out.

At Cracker Barrel, mac & cheese is a vegetable.

Fun aside. Saw an old school racist sign at a Cracker Barrel in Colorado this summer. Cracker Barrel tweeted me back to ask which location.

And ice cream!

We discovered Mrs. Winner’s while passing through Nashville. The biscuits were like fluffy clouds of love. Haven’t been able to find one since, on two cross-country trips. I thought I imagined it.

Indeed, my flamepoint is tan on beige in the winter. A vision in muted neutrals.

I call panda!

I saw blue and black. When I scrolled up really quickly to double check (having seen not one say that combo), I saw white with beige/gold, that faded into blue and black. Who needs drugs?!

Yep, it’s like when you think you’re getting a chocolate chip cook, but it’s raisins. Or carob. Ditto carrot cake with raisins instead of walnuts.

In our house, it’s sweet potato pecan pie. Thank you, Paul Prudhomme. No need for the chantilly cream, though. We only made that the first year. Even when I messed it up and the two mixed together it was amazing, people did not believe I legit “screwed up.”

If the model had not posted, I would not have questioned that she was mixed or just very light, I’ve certainly known and seen people who were part black and were the same color as her. Even my niece and nephew are barely beige (we’re halfsies, they are about 80% white). I remember seeing a documentary about 10 years…

TJ’s is definitely more friendly than average grocery stores on the whole. I don’t expect the same level of service at Walmart, for example. But this stuff is insane.

This happened to me in college. At an Ivy. I called them out on wasting their daddy’s money writing about me on a discussion board. Like, really? If I had that kind of money and time, I’d do something more positive and productive.

Stop trying to make fetch happen!

Stop trying to make fetch happen!

Sorry to hear that. Mine wasn’t bad, except being suddenly aware of my cervix — why does no one talk about that after birth?! Also, had a clot the size of a softball, but that’s to be expected. I’m glad they could go in through the existing access route. I’m in my ‘40s and managed to make it this far with only this…

Yours looks like a hippie version of mine! Oreo was named for the racial slur, not the cookie.

I hear you, mine is in two weeks and I need to start the ball rolling for a second fibroid surgery, because those fuckers grow back. I’d consider any incision “invasive.” For my surgery they, as my sweet bestie surprisingly put it, “Go in through your coochie.” It’s called a myomectomy, but everyone kept misreading it…

It’s ok, I think that was really margarine.