I default to Garamond. The item in question was a promotional piece and the photo attached was in front of a newspaper office. I used TNR on purpose. I truly am passionate about my aesthetic, and I think serifs project my taste perfectly.

It’s something like 50p a year.

I like serifs, and I will always use them. I have set my default to Garamond, and I can live with that decision. I once had an employee drag me so hard for using Times New Roman I almost fired him. It’s a perfectly fine choice. I’m an educator and a writer, not a graphic designer.

I like her face better without the fillers. Because my approbation is exceedingly important to her, I’m sure.

I know! Combat boots were sexy!

Nice to make your acquaintance! I think it is just you and I here...

Does anyone on this thread besides me actually have a child born via surrogate?

Our traditional surrogate (meaning it was her egg because is it SO much cheaper and less invasive and mine are no good, anyway) received a relatively, at least in the world of surrogacy, small fee. She was an altruistic surrogate, and wanted to do something to make a family for a couple who wanted one using her…

Eh. It doesn’t bother me. John Malkovich says that doing the odd ConAir or—what was that? Happy Feet or something? Where he voiced an octopus?—allows him to finance his passion projects. It happens all the time.

For the record, the Mr says he absolutely HAS seen my asshole during sex, but not “every single time” we do it from behind. He said he’d have to be looking to see it every single time.

An asshole. Think about it.

If someone is actively having sex with you, the fact that you have an anus is unlikely to shock them. Is it wrong that I don’t care about this? I admit that I had some hubris—I figured this didn’t happen for fat ladies, that our Sir-Mix-A-Lot celebrated asses protected our butthole’s privacy—but it’s essentially…

I posed this question and was accused of victim blaming. I don’t think the penalty for making bad travel choices should be death, so... not victim blaming. At the same time I honestly cannot understand why in the hell someone would want to go to North Korea. It seems like the opposite of fun.

Thinking of you. That’s... fucking awful. I’m sorry.

I hope Anthony Bourdain gets leprosy.

I remember those! A friend had *Strawberry fucking Shortcake* on her glasses and that was basically the equivalent of, like, owning a private jet in my child mind.

I’m estranged from my father. I have some good memories of him—he read to me tirelessly and gave me a great love of learning. But, he was also abusive to my mother and sister, though never physically abusive to me, and extremely strict and unpleasant to live with.

Me, too.

Try seriously considering the moral implications of bring a child into the world, not being able to gestate, trying to adopt for three years, finally turning to surrogacy, and sitting on election night, 30 feet from your sleeping one-year-old, fearing that you might have to take her in your arms and jump off a bridge…