I don’t think it’s a broadly applicable principle so much as a rule of thumb.

The woman who attacked the statue was obviously insane (you don’t touch ANYTHING that could even remotely belong to someone else.) The pedestrians walking by as it is wheeled away are much more typical. A quick backward glance, keep walking, no comments, do not engage.

Not just any yogurt, Activia. Which, if consumed, also provides an intense experience.

I think I’m more concerned that his shirt is either velour or terry cloth.

When you show up in person at a polling place (at least in New York) they never ask for any ID but they do find your name in the voter registration book and you have to sign your name next to a copy of your signature. This is the mail-in version of that, I guess. Luckily the poll workers almost never look at this…

After all the drug stuff came out he thought about running for Mayor again, but I think that was when he got a bad cancer prognosis, so he ran for his old Council seat instead AND WON IT. He died in office, I believe.

The books (I think there were six of them) were really something, the stuff of nightmares. It is no wonder that so many children have seen the movie and so few have ever read any of the books.

So cute! He looks a (very) little bit like Lord Byron. Whose Dad was not...

Nope. Dante de Blasio. His ‘fro arguably swung an election and got his father the Mayoralty.

I’ve missed him/her too, in a strange way.

It is amazing to me that there is a Hello Kitty-themed room in a love hotel in Hiroshima, of all places. There should be a Pissing Contest about the strangest or funniest places you’ve ever stayed. I could talk about my experience staying in a cheap Montreal hotel that, when I showed up, turned out to be mostly a…

Maybe not. This is from the Manhattan Democratic Election Commissioner:

it blows my mind that he could attend a Jesuit school and not retain a single Jesuit value, but here we are.

My husband has an MBA from Wharton. His company paid for him to go as part of their benefits package. “Super-selective” it is not.

I stopped reading here, so maybe someone else posted this. Eric (the creepy blond) went to Georgetown. Remember, rich parents: If you can’t buy your kids’ way into Wharton, there’s always room at Georgetown!

My husband is squeamish too. He once developed some kind of strange infection around his groin. He works out a lot so it was probably jock-strap irritation compounded by gym towel, who knows. His doctor sent him to the ER for it and he got antibiotics and dressing. He couldn’t stand to look at the padding and the pus…

The poor hound!

I read an interesting article that spoke about this, using Maine as an example.

Sorry for this long rant but it’s a story I don’t think I’ve ever told here before: