@Sarah H. This is a sentiment that a lot of people still feel around symbolic cultural change in regard to race. Ole Miss just crowned their first ever black homecoming queen, and the comments section on CNN was full of "why is this still a THING?" mostly from white people, I'd imagine, who feel like they are having to deal with a racism hangover they had no part in making. What they don't understand is that privilege-denying is racist too. You're totally right about it being sad. It is. But racism isn't gone, (see also: the onslaught of hate speech on Twitter the day after the election) which is frustrating to say the least, considering how long the fight has been and how slow it can feel. Full disclosure: I am a white, straight cis-lady, so I only know what I know from observing and trying to empathize.
HOW IS THAT EVEN A "PRANK"!?
"Haha, joke's on you! I'm in the shower!"
I cannot wait to see Tilda Swinton deliver this speech in Julia!.
besides "being useless"
I demand a second installment, particularly relating to Amy and Laurie getting married. BECAUSE THAT STILL DOES NOT MAKE SENSE.
Okay! This is the crowning achievement of the entire human race and nothing will ever top it, so society is canceled and we can all go back to bed.
Wait but I want the entire book retold like this.
Mostly the "I'm banging your sister now" conversation.
@Emby The night he left with the TI-8300X prototype, I begged him to stay. We'd buy that house we'd always dreamed of; we'd have the children I'd previously been reluctant to discuss. What was reverse polish notation compared to the strength of our love? That's when he brought out the beans. Black, kidney, pinto, cannelini, Great Northern, lima, butter, fava, garbanzo...everything we had. As the weight of them began to force audible creaks from our mattress springs, he looked at me one last time. The beans began filling my mouth, my ears, my nose. As a trickle of refried beans clouded my vision, he said, "I told you."
Is this the right place to admit something? When I was a nine-year-old animal-obsessed friendless child, I heard my older brother say something about lesbians to my mom (I don't know why they were talking about lesbians), and I butted in and asked, "Isn't that a kind of horse?"
I was thinking of Lipizzaner stallions. He's probably forgotten all about it fifteen years later, but I never will.
@frigwiggin Me either! I like living in the Midwest right now!