My local World Market, at least, carries this stuff back by the Torani syrups and the like.

Not horn rimmed, more like these. It’s the classic case of a guy everyone likes who started dating a douchebag, so we all put up with him for our friend’s sake.

Does NBC not have an editor?

I hope you like it. I enjoy it immensely.

I don’t have easy access to an Ikea, so I go with the Beloir Farms stuff from World Market.

After starting a med that wrecked havoc with my alcohol tolerance (like, terrible hangover after 1 glass), I started making various wine punch type things to drink at summer grillouts etc. One of the ones I settled into was elderflower syrup, sparkling water, and dry white wine. One of my snobbier friends made fun of…

One of my favorite podcasts is “Worst Bestellers” where a YA librarian and a former bookstore employee read terrible books and make fun of them. They did an episode recently with a Nora Roberts book, where they had to admit it was a complete failure of their premise, because they both loved the book.

I’m in the process of hiring a new undergrad assistant for my lab. I had it down to two candiates, one white, and one black. My co-worker actually said that I should hire the white guy because (and I’m quoting directly here) “Those ‘underpriveledged’ people, get money thrown at them just for showing up. It’s the…

Firefly AND Eddie Izzard? My draggy Monday morning brain is rejocing in your choice of references today.

L’ecole Ploytechnique was my first thought reading this.

By about a paragph into that story all I could think was “L’ecole Ploytechnique”. It would seem I’m not the only one.

Yep, the attitude of the author, the cover art, the whole thing is seriously dehumanizing to fat people.

Wow, that’s... about what I expected from this lady. Although, the part about refusing “poisonous pain meds” for a broken foot amused me. Honey, do you really think that ether and chloroform were less dangerous than modern painkillers?

Yep. I had chronic strep infections as a kid. Without modern antibiotics, I would have been dead of scarlet fever before I could start kindergarten.

This. My gradmother was born in rural Ontario in 1912. She was allowed to stay in school long enough to qualify as a techer (at that time, I think this was 15), but then was told that she had to go to work in order to support her brothers. She desperately wanted to go to college, but that simply wasn’t what girls did…

I had a serious argument with my autocorrect the other day about this very thing. It kept changing “scrip” in my texts to “script”, and wouldn’t believe me when I tried to change them back.

Yeah, I worked at a few different coffee places in high school/undergrad, and decaffing asshole customers was pretty standard.

I was already having trouble figuring out why I got out of bed this morning. News like this is not helping me figure it out.

The whole time I was reading this, I was wondering how often you’d see those kinds of violations if you dug through the dumpster of any medical clinic. My guess would be that the women’s health clinics are at least as good, if not better, than most medical sites.

They hadn’t reached quite that level of gratuitous humiliation before I left.