Every time we have tacos at the folks house, my dad tries to tell us how much easier everything would be if we had a lazy susan. #whitepeopletacos
My boyfriends likes to put salsa and melted velveeta into a bag of doritos. #whitepeopletacos
I ordered veggie fajita tacos in Iowa once. The veggies were the freezer bag vegetable medley--peas, carrots, corn. #whitepeopletacos
I am a measly male with a comparatively minuscule hormone cycle, so I realize my opinion is disregarded immediately, BUT, I agree with all your ingredients with one vehement exemption: GREEN BELL PEPPERS!?? You've ruined what could've been the perfect sandwich with those vile tasting peppers in a world full of delicious peppers. Pick any other color of the rainbow besides green. I'm done now.
There's a Buzzfeed quiz for 'Which Tori Song Are You' linked to her on her page and there is no one who can stop me from taking it 3 billions times until I get the song I want.
By Oenone on In Praise of Tori Amos
@Lady Humungus Agreed! Step the hell off my jam, NPR writer.
By SarahP on In Praise of Tori Amos
Nailed it with how it feels to admit to liking Tori Amos. (I DO LIKE BOTH, OK?)
I love this, and I love them. And THANK YOU for mentioning how obnoxious the term "hack" is. Gah. I hate it.
@Meow I have worked in service my whole adult life (and for some years before becoming an adult too); I can affirm that there are some restaurant jobs that are awesome and some that you take out of desperation. I can further affirm that awesome jewelry can help you maintain your sense of dignity while customers yell at you & your inability to make what they want magically appear on the menu, while your boss steals your tips, while you work an unpaid extra hour because the last table out just wouldn't leave.
By O on My Special Friend
Damn, I need a smartphone. Glad to see you around these parts a little more often lately, Edith.
@noReally Put a ring-tone on it.
So is it just announcing the name change without admitting to being a tool of the patriarchy that is depressing? Not to get all serious, and this may apply to no one else, and that's fine, but in our little interracial family, it feels great that we all have the same name, and that we can grumble together when it gets mispronounced. For me, this feels like the opposite of an effacement of my identity.