She didn’t even learn to use the shift key.

“The master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us to temporarily beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change.”

I’m not sure why anyone would want to celebrate anything at all about an insane pedophile.

Yeah, no.

I’ve never been to a Chipotle. Is there a reason to go? There’s one nearby, but there are also tons of superb real Mexican restaurants in my neighborhood. You know, the kind where somebody’s sweet abuelita makes the tamales.

Exactly.

See, that’s my plan. After high school, everyone takes a gap year before college or before trade school or apprenticeships or internships or whatever. And during this gap year, they wait tables, or bartend, or host. The results? Customers would be nicer, because they’d remember what it was like. Also, everyone would…

Ten percent.

I’m also an old, and I’ve been tipping 10% for carryout forever. I grew up in MA (in case that matters) and it’s what my parents taught me to do.

Ah. my Waffle House experience was over a decade ago in Cincinnati, so YMMV.

You don’t want a Waffle House.

There are just enough grammatical errors and EFL-type infelicities in these emails for me to conclude that Pinkham’s article was linked or reposted on a site somewhere in Religious Foreignland.

YOU ARE A HEROINE.

Not a fair point at all. A martini is made with gin.

Hold the pickle, hold the lettuce

The term comes from “hack writer,” and was first used in the 18th century. It originally meant “a writer for hire who can quickly churn out some crap on demand.” Journalists in the 19th century began to use it in a humorous, self-deprecating way to refer to themselves. In the 20th century, the term spread outside of…

Faculty drink black coffee. I rarely order anything else.

THANK YOU, PINKHAM