“You Honor, did you SEE those bangs beforehand?! They were DEMANDING to be trimmed!”

The facts in that case and the fact-finding involved must have been crazy to prove that.

I’m laughing that we both used ‘splitting hairs.’ Someone is badly triggered and may have other issues.

Notice the offender had been told. Now, if you tell me not to pat your upper arm when I see you, I’m going to stop because I know it bothers you (as if I’ll ever be touching anyone ever again, you know?). Intent.

Is it weird that this is actually one of the more unnerving threads I’ve read in a while? The OP implies that initiating physical contact to flirt is assault, with the overarching assumption that the person receiving this contact doesn’t want it. When several people politely rebut that there are different kinds of…

That’s a much clearer and more polished way to phrase what I was going to say, which was that this person is clearly an alien robot from outer space that has never interacted with humans before.

Look, I mean this in as respectful a way as I can. I am categorically not trying to insult or degrade anyone, but this is the way my brain works.

Assault often requires the person to have reasonable apprehension of physical harm.

Casual touching wouldn’t fit that.

I admit the line between flirty touching and unwanted touching is finer than ever, and rightly so ... but, no, not every bit of casual touching is assault.

The time line split when Jim Martin left Faith No More.

My oldest is going to college this fall (maybe), half the country away. I have two months. I don’t know what to do. I know it’s my job to do the best I can to prepare him to live his own life, and I literally could not be more proud of how he’s turned out.  But I’m going to be gutted.

I had yours for you, and for anyone else who did not have one. It’s OK. I can take it. And for me, it’s not about forgetting a specific imaginary friend, it was about putting away childish things. Knowing that the way in which you experienced things as a child is, at some point, forever gone. You CAN’T have an…

It was a good Spider-Man story, hitting those “everything goes terribly for Peter” notes pretty well but all in all, the plot was forgettable.
I enjoyed the webswinging a lot but the gameplay was generic and repetitive. If it wasn’t Spider-Man and the webslinging was shit or not there, nobody would remember it.
It’s…

I’d love to say that’s unrealistic, and such a conversation would be spread out over many sessions so the “bad at sex” retort wouldn’t come up so explosively, but I can’t, because the system is pretty boned from the ground up.

I guess you could say she did see that coming.

good stories. I worked there too. Definitely the most fun of all my jobs, and the one where  I met the most interesting people. Your John Prine FOS tale is nice...I made a lot of people mad over FOS, but never the composer of Illegal Smile. re: only being able to play the trailer tape...I remember some red-faced…

I saw Robert Plant in the Carnegie Deli back in 1988.  Led Zeppelin played a reunion show at MSG the night prior.  

I’m a room service waiter, and there’s a service charge, and it’s kind of unclear whether I receive all of it, part of it, none of it, or what. David Schwimmer asked me to explain it to him before he signed his check and then said, “I just want to make sure, because I waited tables for years, and I know how it can be…

I was sitting in a deserted office hallway when Bill Gates walked past, glanced briefly at me, and farted.

I queued behind Robert Plant at airport security last year. Didn’t know who he was until someone asked for a selfie. He looks like a roadie.