I was in Rome in mid-September once. It was hot outside, fluctuating from 85-95 F during the day. While we melted (and sweat, god did we sweat), Romans glided by looking cool and composed. The style that year for the ladies was cowboy boots with miniskirts, topped off with a longsleeve silk or chiffon blouse. None of…

This is MRA trolling taken to expert level.

The racist “justice” system of the old South made sure white women testified to rape, even if they didn’t want to. A number of cases, for example the trial of the Scottsburo boys, white women who had consensual contact with black men were threatened and coerced by law enforcement.

A liar deserves to be shamed for lying. Not for being a woman.

Breast cancer survivor. Stage 3—chemo, surgery and radiation, so I ain’t playin’

That is lovely, thanks.

Have you ever seen any of the programming from the organization Roots of Empathy? It’s a school-based program that uses mothers and babies to teach empathy and understanding of emotion in children. Canadian, natch.

You know what fat-free food is omitted here? Vegetables.

You’re no doubt right—my perception is skewed as a visitor. Will be interested to see if CA’s majority Latino population will help reduce some structural racism.

Haha—Chicago. This city loves to tout that it is a “City of Neighborhoods.” Really strictly enforced ethnic enclaves, because segregation (including within racial groups) sets up a good feudal power structure for the Machine.

Here in Chicago, selling exclusively to your ethnic group is a time-honored bullshit tradition. A friend of mine was only able to buy a house in Ukrainian Village by keeping his mouth shut and letting his Ukrainian wife do all the talking. We bought our house from a Puerto Rican couple who were extremely reluctant to…

Jumpsuits, too.

Yeah, I think I know what you’re talking about, like Melanie Griffith wearing a pound of lipgloss in “Working Girl.” I just watched the trailer for it, and her voice is creepy. Going back another generation, my Mom (born during the Depression) has that nasal, perky 50s housewife voice, also shared by most of her…

Not sure how old you are, but I can assure you that young people throughout the United States did NOT do it 30 years ago. It seems to have started in the LA area (“Valley Girl”) and spread out from there. Ira Glass does it, as do some hipster actors, like John Krasinski (as Jim), but the effect is especially grating…

It’s most likely generational. I’m in my 50s and find vocal fry insufferable. However, I’ll be pushing up daisies in a generation, and you’ll be cringing over some new vocal affectation of the following generation. It all evens out.

That movie reminds me of how precious are my few friends who are fascinating conversationalists. And how appreciative I am when I stumble on an engaging conversationalist at a party.

I have a couple:

I just read your kinja post. You’re a MUCH nicer person than me. I’d fucking tell her that the end of our friendship is a “growth opportunity” for her.

Ugh. Hope you blocked the asshole’s number.

No, it’s not ghosting if you’ve been clear that you don’t want to see them any more. If the person seems clueless, you can add that you’re no longer answering emails or texts, but I think the first message should imply the second.