When Obama won, my parents withdrew their savings from the bank, buried some of it in the backyard and hid some of it in their grandfather clock. My father then said, “During Obama’s first year in office, we will have a foreign terrorist attack on U.S. soil that dwarfs 9/11. Mark my words.”

*too stupid. Man, Kinja locks down editing quickly.

I agree with you on this, as a liberal. I am not surprised at the results. I am disappointed and gutted but not surprised.

And Bill looks downright scared. He held that office. He knows what’s at stake.

I agree. We had a pack of kids that covered a range of ages in our neighborhood, and I can remember just hanging out with them after school/during the summer. Now it seems kids that age just head straight inside to their devices.

Exactly. And that means it just. does. not stop. Not after school. Not during summer vacation. The humiliating conversations about you continue online.

It was!!

If it’s a stomach bug, then I’m all about chicken broth with bay leaves, pepper, and tiny carrot slices. Eaten with saltines. No noodles. No meat. This is what kept me alive for three days when I couldn’t keep ANYTHING down.

So... the cough-into-their-hand folks probably learned it from old PSAs. I distinctly remember learning in kindergarten (via video) to cough and sneeze into my bare hands. The idea was that it “trapped” the germs. There was a little dance that went with it, where we cupped our hands over our mouths.  It could be…

It shocks me, too, that people just don’t know. Like, I’d understand it better if these people KNEW it was wrong and were just trying to be controversial, but they really don’t have the slightest clue. And would probably react with defenseless “Who ME?” tears if you called them on it.

I have SO many otherwise lovely people on my Facebook feed doing this. It’s kinda sad really, watching them go from excited posts about the sales “party” they’re hosting, the follow-up posts on the event wall trying to get people to go, and the sad final post about how they’re “rescheduling” the event because it’s…

Especially cats.

She is absolutely the best part of the whole ensemble. I’ve missed her. She is so much like my grandma, who died a few years ago, and I am going to be a damn mess watching the reboot.

It’s one of those shows, for me, where the sentimentality outweighs quality or lackthereof. I re-watched recently and definitely groaned a lot more than I did when I was 15, but still laughed and cried. Overall, I do appreciate a lot of the writing, the cast of characters, the small-town quirkiness, and the inside…

That book is AMAZING. And what I love is that he doesn’t fall into the victim-blamey bullshit that so much “self-defense” advice falls into. It also avoids the unrealistic, “Never go out at night or leave work alone or wear short skirts” noise.

WOW. I am so sorry that happened to you. It’s amazing how much we can pick up on and amazing how we’re socialized to talk ourselves out of it. Also amazing how well you reacted — your fear navigated you in the actions that saved your life (exhaust a bigger opponent until they make a mistake out of frustration).

I loved her performance, too. Lots of criticism of her being monotone and bland, but I kinda thought that was more realistic, given the numbness she was portraying.

Whenever my friend had her pregnant belly touched by a stranger, she would touch their belly in response. If they acted shocked, she’d just say, “Oh well you touched mine so I thought we were just touching bellies for some reason. Honestly, I thought it was weird but didn’t want to insult you, so I touched yours too.”

Whenever friends/cousins are like, “Give auntie Sofar a hug/kiss,” I’m always immediately like, “Or .... should we high five?” Usually the kids are thrilled to high five. And then sometimes they’ll throw their tiny arms around me, too, which is fine.

YES! I am a big fan of the “goodbye” fist-bump with all the kids in my life. I even have special high-five-fist-bump combos with some of the older ones. They LOVE IT. I’ll see them begrudgingly giving their demanding family members hugs, and then run up to me with pure glee and give me a fist bump and high five. When…