Oyster mushrooms, not the bivalves.

No one can mix potions. As a Ravenclaw, you can say that potion-making is merely beneath you, all too common, better suited to those hedge-witches and -wizards in Hufflepuff. You go in for Arithmancy—precision, complexity, and no need to get your hands dirty. (I am a Ravenclaw as well, obviously.)

Totally read that as “tasted like what Christians should be,” which I found funnier than I probably should. (It’s actually pretty good in a cider, adds a bit of a bite.)

Article does not state that the term is based on numbers, which would indeed be ridiculous. Article states that the date is based on a pun on the word, reading the individual syllables of the word as the numbers that those syllables indicate.

I did not expect the turn to race at the end of this piece, but I’m glad you made it. I’m sure some others have been saying otherwise, but I agree the point needs to be made over and over until it actually sinks in.

It’s basically a super-expensive mushroom. It sorta has the same general shape as the chocolate balls known as truffles (because they’re made in the shape of truffles [mycoception]).

I like the version in which the physicist lives because the bartender would never be so irresponsible as to serve him hydrogen peroxide.

My take was that Hermione loved both of them, but knew that of the two, Ron needed her. (Doesn’t make it right, but I just had this idea that Hermione getting with Harry would have been the last straw for Ron and he’d have gone dark. This was pretty heavily implied as a fear of Ron’s in the seventh book. After the…

Workforce participation rate literally CANNOT be improved by people working longer hours... It’s a measure of the proportion of adults who are employed or job-seekers, nowhere does it account for hours worked. Please let enough of us be intelligent enough to keep idiots like this out of office next year.

In Canada’s defense, the accent was right there—it’s a small step from “y’are” to “eh”.

We probably really need it, actually. Privilege is a hard thing to articulate to someone unfamiliar with hegemonic cultural structures—a hegemony survives by rendering itself invisible. Therefore, those who most benefit from that hegemony have a hard time recognizing how they’ve benefited, because it’s all been…

Well, he hung out with twelve unmarried guys, and one was “beloved”. (Or possibly Mary Magdelene, so whatever.)

Probably more of a food safety thing. If you can’t be sure of your refrigeration or the quality of your cuts of meat, it’s much better to have unhappy soldiers than soldiers riddled with worms.

Dustpan full of Cheeto bits swept off the factory floor and baked into a bad combover?

Unless you’re south of the Gnat Line, you don’t say Pee-Can. Those fuckers down there in the swamp are relentlessly country.

I like to use the term “christianist” to differentiate people like that. It echoes how we use “islamist” to refer to extremists rooted in Muslim traditions. I think, though, that it too often gives everyone else a pass—like we’re saying, “I understand you’re not like that”, and then reasonable Christians and Muslims…

A+ pedantry, and I mean that in all seriousness, not as a pejorative. (The plus is because you noticed it before me, even though I’ve been aware of the book pretty much since it was written.)

Thanks for this. It’s good to hear an individual’s honest, frank perspective on a complicated issue that’s still poorly understood by the general population—of which I still consider myself, though I’m trying to educate myself. Again, thanks.

Is it maybe taro?

So, like, a week after sex?