How is “fat people look like the Michelin man, smell like sausage even though they didn’t eat any, and are always sweaty” not going to include people with medical conditions? Are people who are fat due to medical conditions less likely to have a body shape that could be mocked by comparing it to the Michelin man than…

I hope you’re wrong, but you may be right. He hasn’t issued any public statements on the matter except once when he said something huffy about this session not being an appropriate forum for the topic. Maybe a few calls from constituents could shame him into doing the right thing?

My biggest beef with this particular terminology is grammatical: Female is an adjective. As is Male. Using them as nouns is grating to me and my English degree.

*Women. You work in an office with mostly women, unless some of the aforementioned coworkers are in fact from other, non-human species.

Can you imagine how relieved she must be when she can go into the bathroom and lock the door? That is literally the only private time she has.

This was on Netflix (or Amazon?) and it totally holds up. Great show.

The only complaint I ever had about Roundhouse is that there were only like, 6 episodes a year that they reran OVER AND OVER during S’NICK. I wanted more!!!

These guys or GTFO.

This guy!

I looooved Round House.

You Can’t Do That on Television could be adapted pretty easily, because it’s basically a sketch show. Or Roundhouse!?!

How about these guys?

I think Tay said it best herself.

It was supposed to be subliminal

My family originates from Irish peasant stock, which contributes to a somewhat no-nonsense attitude to death. When I was about six, my grandfather died in Ireland. Far-flung sons, daughters and their families gathered for the funeral.

This is kinda triggering for me, bc we are almost at the 30-year mark. It’s probably not funny, or strange, but it will be cathartic to write.

When my son passed away, he was 14 months old and a friend had brought his young daughter up from KY for the funeral. It was late January and she had never seen snow so she started doing snow angels and playing in the snow at the cemetery. The other kids who were there were looking at their parents for the same…

Like most of my family stories, this one is fucked up. My father died pretty young, after spending about half my life avoiding me because I look and sound too much like my mother, his ex-wife but spent time with my brother. His brothers, my uncles, don’t know me because my hag grandmother declared my brother and I…

Confession: I prefer turkey bacon to regular bacon. Come at me.