Oh yeah, when I get mad about being called a slur, it’s because I’m a fragile, liberal, snowflake who needs to learn to grow thicker skin. When The Man gets called a slur*, it’s because society is full of morally loose degenerates.

Aw shit, I got to this article too late. Sorry if you don’t get to see this, but best of luck on your future endeavors, Kate.

In 1962, BLACC’s executive macaroni committee decided to limit all macaroni and cheese making to grandmothers, aunts and anyone over 50 with a sufficient supply of the upper-arm fat known as “church lady muscles.”

I didn’t get to sit at the adult table until we stopped having so many people attend our Thanksgivings (so at 14 or so). Also, I was the de facto babysitter for my younger cousins, a position that I was notoriously bad at.

I’d say we’re related except it’s my mom’s side that’s black and my dad’s side that’s white and I don’t know of any men on my mom’s side that’s married to a white woman.

My family isn’t religious and we don’t say prayer unless one of my aunts is over. And then my autistic brother, who doesn’t not have time for this shit, will start eating during prayer and I know this because my eyes are open.

I’ve heard that women and people of color (and especially women of color) will only apply for a job if they think they meet almost all of the requirements. Meanwhile, white men will apply for a job if they fucking feel like it, even if they meet less than half of the stated criteria.

But, he’s in a truck. He’s already protected and can easily remove himself from the conversation. As someone with social anxiety, even I would feel relatively safe in that situation. So I can’t imagine why he would feel threatened. Unless... you don’t suppose... racism was involved?

Yeah, like how many cats and dogs did this kid kill? I’m guessing at least three.

“It views prisoners as people with really no rights that anyone else is bound to respect,” Fathi says. “And it views them as almost a subhuman species that is somehow and essentially different from and inferior to everyone else.”

I don’t get it. I’m all for cheats* and mods and easy/casual modes, because at the end of the day playing videogames about having fun. But what does buying a character build accomplish? You skipped right over the game part of the game.

I’m 29 and I use periods in my text, limited emojis, and respond with “ok” to my parents and my friends my age. But these rascally 27 year-olds don’t. I’m right at that cutoff point and I have to code switch for people literally two years younger than me who decided that periods were rude.

I live in an apartment, no garden, no compost, no ducks. I suppose I could still toss them outside and hope no one notices.

As a current 29-year old who has been stuck with Thanksgiving dishes since I was 12, I can confirm that this is what kids are for.

Yep. Live in the moment. I nurse a drink, put on a podcast, and just go into zen cleaning mode.

After you make stock, you still need to throw out the bones. But I hear ya.

My tip is to keep Thanksgivings small. I come from a nuclear family of 4 (Mom, Dad, Me, Brother), but a HUGE extended family including step-relatives and half-relatives and people who aren’t related to us but are just around. As a kid we would often host either my Mom or my Dad’s side of the family and it was fun but…

My mom always produces a tray or artichoke dip for the holiday. I don’t know how, I’ve never seen her make it or buy it, and I do help with the cooking. It just materializes.

I don’t mind my appetizers coming out with my entree because I’m a weirdo who likes to eat the salad last as some sort of palate cleanser. But I also understand that if you order a hot appetizer and a hot entree one will get cold while you’re eating the other, especially when you’re as slow as me.

This guy would lose in a match of wits against a cabbage. He really shouldn’t be approaching anybody with so much smugness and bravado, but that’s white mediocrity for you.