Those would be pretty interesting games!

...and it’s NEVER taught to girls and young women. We must be nice and “smile” at all slights. It’s no wonder I feel like nitro most of the time.

Good god you are not getting this. Saying faggot is not a “habit.” It is a choice of words, bc words mean things. I don’t say “yes” when someone asks me, “Do you want a million dollars?” simply bc it’s a fucking habit. It’s bc the word ‘yes’ is the word I want to use, much like when someone willfully uses the word…

I actually talk about this a lot with my gay friend. (Yes, I went there, and no its not an opinion all gay people have to share, just a better person to bounce this idea off of.) He agrees some things are “gay” even figuratively. But we ended up at the point where it’s best to just follow general convention of…

I do! Do you realize that children grow up into adults who can then use their fully-functioning adult brains to realize that a lot of what they did when they were children was really stupid? I mean, a lot of kids eat paste, too, but if Mauer up there were defending his love of horking down as much paste as possible,…

I don’t hate gay people! I just like using really deragatory words that imply being gay is equivalent to being an outcast that everyone hates! Why would people think those two things are related at all?!?

First of all there is no golden path for mothers at work. It’s not a rose garden.

I’m also very likely to remain childless because I simply CANNOT afford it. Daycare in my area is the equivalent cost of rent on a 1-bedroom apartment. Not to mention everything else. I make decent pay, but I’ve done the math on it and I would be back to living hand-to-mouth. And as much as living in poverty for the…

A Becky is a white girl, though.

That guitar solo above - ending “While my Guitar Gently Weeps” is SO Classic Prince. He could rock a guitar like no other.

game recognized game. <3

I’ve gathered you’re quite popular around here, so I’m probably going to get my ass handed to me for even asking you this, BUT:

My favorite Beverly Cleary anecdote: “On the driveway one night in 1932, 16-year-old Beverly waited for her date, a Reed College freshman, to open her car door and let her out. He refused: “Women can open their own doors these days,” he said. She in turn refused to do it; they sat at an impasse. Then, worried what her…

For a meal, falafel.

Sharing an apt. is one thing. This sounds like a glorified flop house.