I IS SMART. Remember long ago and far away, there was the lady called Kim Davis? She didn't want to use her Kentucky grease fingers to sign gross gay marriage licenses, and she had some really bad lawyers from a wingnut outfit called Liberty Counsel, who were willing to defend her utter unwillingness to do her fucking job, for free! Liberty Counsel does this because it's all about the culture war, and not so much about actually doing good work for its clients.
People get crazy over the stupidest things. When I moved to Chicago in 1987 I hired a rental agency to help me find an apartment. My agent was gay, and a super nice guy. We became instant friends. I invited him and his partner to dinner in my new apartment several times. I told people at work about this, and they had a fit. Didn't I know I could get AIDS from sharing plates and silverware with gay people???? Didn't I know I could get AIDS from sitting on furniture that gay people had sat on? Had I fumigated my bathroom after they left and changed the toilet paper roll and washed the towels? I was stupefied, but I learned an important lesson - people get crazy over stupid things so they can ignore the important things, and the current bathroom issue is yet another stupid thing.
I have pointed this discrepancy out to many friends - that residential bathrooms are Unisex. They reply "But we don't use it at the same time." They obviously didn't grow up in my parent's house, where we had 1 bathroom for 5 people. The last time I was in love, I frequently shared the bathroom with my boyriend, and the only rule was that he wouldn't flush the toilet while I was taking a shower. When my 78-yr-old father visited me, he often forgot this rule.
We're delicate snowflakes with a taste for gore, so long as it's far away and doesn't impede on our refined senses. Personally, I think we need to bring back the nosegay, and perhaps some sort of eyegay device that would blind us to unpleasantness such as poor people or drumpf.
Sadly true. I really thought when I was a little girl watching Star Trek that by the time I was 60 (my age) we sane people would have our own planet, but I misjudged things badly. Have you read a science fiction book called "Voyage from Yesteryear" by James Hogan? I want to live on Chiron.
Some women do the same thing with breast size and shoes. Some women, the kind who refresh their makeup in public bathrooms, check out the quality of other women's makeup. If you are using Revlon or Maybelline makeup, they feel superior. I find this amusing.
You are correct. Fear is a terrible thing. I have often wondered if this is genetic, because nobody in my immediate family is afraid of anyone or anything, but I constantly meet people who are afraid of everything and everyone.
You are lucky. My RWNJ relatives won't acknowledge that they have relatives who are gay or African American or Hispanic or Muslim. These relatives don't exist for them. When my Aunt's daughter (my cousin) married an African American, my Uncle (stepfather of the cousin) made her hide all the photos of the daughter and banned my Aunt from telling anyone about the marriage. The rest of the family didn't know for 30 years that my cousin had mixed-race children. Once the old bastard died, my Aunt told everyone. One of my uncles stopped speaking to her. This uncle is a minister. This uncle won't speak to my sister, who married a Moslem 40 years ago, or acknowledge her children. When his son married a woman with children from a previous marriage, he sent Xmas presents to his "blood" grandchildren, but not to the step children, because they weren't "blood."
I agree. My uncle is always talking about Jesus and he starts to cry about every 5 minutes because he's so overjoyed that Jesus saved him, a miserable sinner, and every time he does this I think things I can't say out loud, such as "You are still a miserable sinner." I avoid him as much as possible.
I blame Obama. He's a job killer!
Oh god, somebody else to tip!
People get crazy over the stupidest things. When I moved to Chicago in 1987 I hired a rental agency to help me find an apartment. My agent was gay, and a super nice guy. We became instant friends. I invited him and his partner to dinner in my new apartment several times. I told people at work about this, and they had a fit. Didn't I know I could get AIDS from sharing plates and silverware with gay people???? Didn't I know I could get AIDS from sitting on furniture that gay people had sat on? Had I fumigated my bathroom after they left and changed the toilet paper roll and washed the towels? I was stupefied, but I learned an important lesson - people get crazy over stupid things so they can ignore the important things, and the current bathroom issue is yet another stupid thing.
Peepe le Penis.
I have pointed this discrepancy out to many friends - that residential bathrooms are Unisex. They reply "But we don't use it at the same time." They obviously didn't grow up in my parent's house, where we had 1 bathroom for 5 people. The last time I was in love, I frequently shared the bathroom with my boyriend, and the only rule was that he wouldn't flush the toilet while I was taking a shower. When my 78-yr-old father visited me, he often forgot this rule.
We're delicate snowflakes with a taste for gore, so long as it's far away and doesn't impede on our refined senses. Personally, I think we need to bring back the nosegay, and perhaps some sort of eyegay device that would blind us to unpleasantness such as poor people or drumpf.
Sadly true. I really thought when I was a little girl watching Star Trek that by the time I was 60 (my age) we sane people would have our own planet, but I misjudged things badly. Have you read a science fiction book called "Voyage from Yesteryear" by James Hogan? I want to live on Chiron.
Some women do the same thing with breast size and shoes. Some women, the kind who refresh their makeup in public bathrooms, check out the quality of other women's makeup. If you are using Revlon or Maybelline makeup, they feel superior. I find this amusing.
You are correct. Fear is a terrible thing. I have often wondered if this is genetic, because nobody in my immediate family is afraid of anyone or anything, but I constantly meet people who are afraid of everything and everyone.
We never hear from Orly anymore. I kind of miss her.
I was Twitter blocked by Glenn Greenwald. Man, he's got thin skin.
You are lucky. My RWNJ relatives won't acknowledge that they have relatives who are gay or African American or Hispanic or Muslim. These relatives don't exist for them. When my Aunt's daughter (my cousin) married an African American, my Uncle (stepfather of the cousin) made her hide all the photos of the daughter and banned my Aunt from telling anyone about the marriage. The rest of the family didn't know for 30 years that my cousin had mixed-race children. Once the old bastard died, my Aunt told everyone. One of my uncles stopped speaking to her. This uncle is a minister. This uncle won't speak to my sister, who married a Moslem 40 years ago, or acknowledge her children. When his son married a woman with children from a previous marriage, he sent Xmas presents to his "blood" grandchildren, but not to the step children, because they weren't "blood."
OK, I admit it, I was recruited.
I like the free legal shout-out to impeach to the state attorney general.
I agree. My uncle is always talking about Jesus and he starts to cry about every 5 minutes because he's so overjoyed that Jesus saved him, a miserable sinner, and every time he does this I think things I can't say out loud, such as "You are still a miserable sinner." I avoid him as much as possible.
Badger taints? Badger everywhere are appaled!