Or Queen!

This is really the only relevant comment..

It's not something I police. And in the realm of bigotry, saying that something is 'ghetto' is near the bottom of the list of things I would protest.

Burn that style to the ground. So much hate for that bullshit.

Please tell me you didn't move to NOLA from NYC or Mass to do...urban planning. Particularly if you went to MIT. Because everyone in NOLA fucking hates the new hipster planners from the ivies, acting like they want to 'build community participation' through random one-off public art projects and gardens. Those idiots…

That's some ghetto translation right there!

Ha. I'm a POC living in a really poor part of Oakland. I just moved here from Crown Heights. And I use the term 'ghetto' in this manner. Because it's funny, and often accurate, and I'm not interested in policing the words that people use to communicate. Changing the words won't change the attitudes/thoughts anyway. I…

If the variety of 'preferences' you have for a potential mate are continually absent in a particular race, then yes, the you are racist. Racial preferences are racist. Saying you can't do anything about changing your preferences is simply stating that you can't do anything about your racism.

My weirdest turn on: my ex-girlfriend.

My weirdest turn on: my ex-girlfriend.

No. You see, the goatee and mustache are universally skeezy, and you need to be a multi-millionaire playboy to wear them, as if to say: "See? I can have the skeeziest/skeeviest facial hair and still be considered attractive!"

I'd like to see what happens when California returns to the desert that it often is. This recent era of rainfall and agricultural production is actually pretty uncommon for the region. Keep the drought going, and we'll see exactly what the Bay Area money/power can do to keep SoCal from stealing its water. LA basically…

I absolutely loathe anything over 70 degrees F. And I will not tolerate humidity. I'm from Seattle, and I demand a breezy, partly-cloudy day of 65F with a chance of showers to be happy. Moreover, I love the snow. Take me to the top of a snowy mountain and you'll never wipe the grin off my face. Cascade Mountains?…

But...but, my penis doesn't work right when I'm high, because my head just feels so funny. I once tried to...ehem, pleasure myself while high. Still didn't work.

I CAN'T FUCK WHEN I'M HIGH.

ETA: Ha! The Google Street car just rolled by my house. I made a lewd gesture, so if you Street View my address, I guess that's kinda like a Google Maps selfie? .

I might be the only person in their twenties who tried the selfies, the social media, and all the whatever...and then decided that it's all bullshit and I want no part of it. Yeah, I'll do some internet commenting, some professional networking, but all that other bullshit?

Yeah, chicken caesar salad isn't salad. It's some weird genetically-modified chicken-like substance with romaine 'lettuce'. Romaine is basically water encased in waxy fiber paper - its nutritionally bereft, and lacking in taste.

Yeah, and board shorts are for man-boys, and/or dummies. They are the dumbest looking thing a human being can wear.

Um, who cares of people see your junk when you're at the beach. You're practically naked anyway.