When your daughter has to say “he’s not a groper”, and your wife says “he’s not Hitler”...

You’ll still find the use of “American Indian” in the LoC headings too. It’s really irritating when you’re trying to use their subject headings for cataloguing in Canada - where the appropriate term is “indigenous”, but you have to tell students searching for material to use antiquated search terms.

This... this... THING... is my new personal definition of hell. Why the fuck would anyone want this?

Exactly. My favorite Canadian yoga-wear company is Dear Lil Devas, and they make yoga pants for between $75-100, all while paying respectable wages to the people making them. It’s obscene that so many companies charge at least that much, but only pay pennies to their employees.

I’m glad that at this point in my life I finally have the financial wherewithal to opt out of “fast fashion”. I now keep a small wardrobe, and choose ethically made pieces, preferably that have been made locally. But I feel like this is a sort of privilege in a way, that I can opt-out of cheap clothes and opt-in to…

The sad thing is we could spend $150 on workout pants that have been made by paying someone an actual living wage to make them. But then they wouldn’t be “Beyonce” pants. People are so unfortunately enraptured by brands.

I’m very happy at this point that I didn’t spend more than the $3000 I did on my wedding to my ex-husband. We were pretty poor when we got married, and he would have kept us that way if we hadn’t split (he liked to piss away all our money on toys and drugs).

As far as I’m aware, we don’t really eat hush puppies, corn bread, and other cornmeal-based stuff in Canada. Corn is probably BBQ side #1 though.

This is a diabolically clever idea... I’m going to start telling people I’m 41 instead of 31, and they will all be sooooooo jealous.

Pepperoni blockage in the small intestine?

This is so true. My mother is one of those women who would fall pregnant at the merest whisper of the idea of having another child. Her sister is one year older but is inexplicably infertile, and adopted her son.

Sometimes I say that my forward momentum is entirely powered by farts. Vegans are a gassy bunch.

If you ate 51 bananas a day then yes, you would literally be full of shit. SO MUCH.

This is the best answer.

It’s crazy mofos like these who make me want to drop the label of being “vegan”. It’s getting to be a puritanical pissing contest, even among the local vegans I see online (none of whom even have their own very special blog about the very special thing(s) they eat).

If I’m eating 3000-5000 calories a day it better be because I went on a self-destructive, give-no-fucks drinking binge combined with a trip down to fast food town for a double cheeseburger, poutine, and milkshake.

I vote that we bring back the term ‘apoplexy’ to describe a rage stroke. And it’s adjective ‘apoplectic’. It just sounds so cool.

I was gonna say, no need to worry about me trying to top a $65,000 wedding. I can’t imagine a scenario in my life where I would actually have $65,000 dollars in my possession at one time.

More like go watch every Kurosawa/Mifune collaboration EVER. They’re all worth it.

No, but she’s like 23 and he’s like... what? 40??? It’s enough of an age gap that it’s fair to give some side-eye.