I don’t mean to be a dick about it. You seem like a lovely person, and I’m sure you’re cool. But for me, everyone who asks about my skin gets a mental flag “avoid” because I am so loathe to talk about it.

I’m so sorry. It’s rough, especially as a young person.

NO. If they want to talk about it, they will tell you unprompted. It’s not any of your business.

I love this blog post about a guy who is a trainer and the girl with Down Syndrome he works with. Yeah, I know he gets “Down’s” wrong, but otherwise a nice post.

I always forget to use the Dear Abby response - first, a cold glare, followed by a slow, dripping with derision “Why do you ask?”

I know from my own experience that people can be assholes about any kind of skin difference. They will walk right up and ask “What happened to you? What’s wrong with you?” At one point, I had a facial bandage and many, many people asked “What happened? Did you cut yourself shaving? Hahaha.” It just rubbed in the YOU…

I’m not his mom.

Ugh, no, fuck you. It is unnecessarily exploitative to put this young man on display again. God, if I were his family member, I would want to commit violence against whoever did this.

Scientology is like your immature ex, who trashes you to everyone after you break up with them for being such a dick.

I don’t smoke pot and don’t want to. But there’s some evidence that high drivers are actually more cautious than regular drivers - the hazards they create are from creeping along, not from crashing into people. And I’d much rather encounter someone who is very high, because they tend to be boring and stupid, rather…

But how about how violent, dangerous and criminal it makes people? Oh, wait, that’s alcohol.

Studying for the bar probably makes everything infinitely more infuriating. Good luck.

Yeah, I feel you. I was at a conference and people were standing in a huge line to meet one of the Kardashians...I don’t get it.

I’m trying to cultivate compassion, but man, this world is so dumb that sometimes it is hard. From watching her on Couples Therapy, I do admire her steely resolve in the face of her brokenness. She’s obviously got some major malfuction, but she will let nothing stop her.

I feel bad for laughing, but I did...she turned herself into a Simpsons character.

The burden is heavy.

It’s especially nuts because Cracker Barrel was sued and settled because not just one, but many locations refused to seat black people, called them racial slurs, or SERVED THEM FOOD FROM THE TRASH. So the petitioner is pitting the idea that some poor white person somewhere was injured by overhearing someone call the…

gah

Yuck! She sounds like she has some weird issues.

I just can’t with my family.