I come from a ranching family in Mexico (though I was born here), so we don’t really see animals in the same way that the dominant group in the US sees them. My dad used to go in the back of the ranch to shoot dogs that were no longer useful. He used to do the same to feral cats because they would kill the chickens…

I think we are almost at one a day where Deadspin posts an article supporting their lazy narrative that everything that the Cubs do is just the worstest. You would think that the Sun-Times had infiltrated the blog.

This weird anti-Wrigley obsession Deadspin has is getting creepy.

My stepmom was an English teacher at my high school and had some legendary stories. One of my favorites:

As a White Sox fan, I can’t TOTALLY attest to your closing statement.

This happens with exciting prospects. I speak as a Dodger fan that watched people fawn over Yasiel Puig for a pretty long while when he first came up. I was annoyed too when people were all amped about him so early. But hey, they haven’t had a thing to cheer about in a long while.

‘68-’69? Karen sounds like she might be my mom. She’s a total sociopath with exquisite manipulation skills, and this sounds like just the sort of fuckery she would’ve pulled as a teenager for giggles. In which case her mother likely didn’t notice y’all because she was really honing her alcoholism at the time.

I was dancing in a crowd when a fast-paced song started playing. I start dancing faster, having a good time, notice more people watching me. I close my eyes and do a weird hair-whippy thing.

My HS boyfriend’s Senior Prom, I was a junior. I wore a Jessica McClintock dress, very fashionable at the time. It was strapless black satin with a lined bodice, a semi-full skirt, and a bustle in the back. It was my first prom and we were madly in love, so I was really enjoying myself that night. Stretch limo, dinner…

I was platonic friends with a girl in my class, and her best friend (who I had said maybe ten words to in four years) didn’t have a prom date. I didn’t either, so she suggested we go together so we wouldn’t miss out on prom.

Like most people, I was an gangly teen- all pimples and limbs and braces. I had a huge, super nerd-girl crush on someone I’ll call Joe. Joe was a year older than me even though he was in the same grade, and had bit puberty sooner as a consequence, so was more man-than-boy shaped. Ravelston likied.

One look at time on…

So in high school I had a crush on my straight best friend, who had a crush on a young woman from out of town. In order to get her to agree to attending prom with him—driving five hours to where we were—B had to secure a date for her best friend, as that was the only way B’s crush would allow her to go. So I took the…

Oh dear. I was a little backwards, and went to my first dance in the 9th grade. I went from a friend’s house, and we put on our makeup beforehand in the usual inept way of the 14 year old — I was rather blond, and knew all about frosted lipstick and black eyeliner (it was the sixties, after all) but I was open to…

I was a freshman. There was this kid named NATHAN that was part of a band called THE DRONES. They were like the joke band of the high school, a bunch of kids that were in a band just to be in a band. NATHAN was the bassist. He cornered me and invited me to homecoming and I was like “okay.” Before the homecoming dance…

At the school dance when I was in Year 9 I kissed one boy in my class, then later that night, another boy in my class. The next day everyone in the class decided that the boys had essentially kissed each other and neither of them ever spoke to me again.

On the DAY OF prom, I got a call from a friend asking if I knew her cousin, a senior who also went to our school. He was nice enough but, quite frankly, a pretty weird kid. She says he wasn’t going to prom since he didn’t have a date. I said I wasn’t so sure about the “date” part, but that he should come join all of…

OK mine’s not too mortifying, but I’ll share. My first dance was in 6th grade...

It was no Josie-Grossie moment, but, at my first ever high school dance, I was thrilled to get asked to dance (I was still making friends as I went to a different school than the rest of my eighth grade classmates). What I didn’t know was that I was being asked to dance to the looongest freakin’ “slow dance” song in…

I got my period. Not a huge deal but on the way home (we missed our flight so it was was was later one) I took my earrings out and they started bleeding and my husband said, "you're just bleeding from anywhere, hey?!" I was slightly horrified.

Lmao, thanks. I wish I worked for the Cubs, but no.