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I’ll often choose an after-dinner drink, because I usually stuff myself during the main course. Maybe I’ll order an Espresso Martini. Or I’ll go full Dude and order a White Russian. Or whatever else looks good.

When stumped, I’ll ask the server for a suggestion. I try to give them something to work with, like “sweet”, “creamy” or “citrusy”.

I feel like I’m missing a reference (should I know who Khajiit is?) but I like it anyway!

This hasn’t crossed my mind in decades. Not even in a “remember when” sense.

One of the reasons I DO think babies are cute is that I can walk away when they start making noise, smelling bad, or being generally unpleasant. They’re cute because they’re not my problem!

Because they reject facts, logic, and reason at every opportunity. When you’ve kicked those things to the curb, all that’s left is fanaticism and blind faith. Plus, fanaticism allows you to be an inconsistent, unpredictable hypocrite without consequence. You can dictate rules without being bound by them. It’s the juvenile, irresponsible definition of “freedom”.

This is incredibly sad. Dammit.

What, world peace? Let’s just say it’s a work in progress.

Well, “world peace” may not be original, but it isn’t bad.

It takes a while to learn, but now I’m glad I know where some of the weird, obscure items are that people rarely ask for. It’s nice not to have to scour the store thinking “I just KNOW I’ve seen it around here somewhere…”

Although this wasn’t the worst, it most certainly could have been, and always comes to mind when questions like this are brought up.

I was on a job site. A half dozen houses were being built simultaneously. I walked too close behind an excavator, which abruptly turned. I nearly got hit in the head by the back end of that thing - which is all ballast and has tremendous mass. I almost got myself sent to the emergency room, and it would have been 100% my fault.

At the moment, I was just glad that none of the guys on my crew saw me pull such a rookie move. I didn’t think about it seriously until I got home that day. That excavator would’ve shattered my cheap plastic construction helmet like it was an eggshell. I could have died.

I work retail. Contrary to popular belief, I DO NOT always know whether a particular item is in stock or not, unless I consult the computer. I do not have the exact price of every item committed to memory. I don’t even know the expiration date of every single coupon. Some customers think I suck at my job, but I haven’t gotten any complaints from the people who pay me, so…

I hope that India doesn’t make the same mistakes my county (America) made, such as trying to be a major international player while ignoring the people in need at home. They’re already going that way, but there’s time to change course.

Also, I’d like them to fix their issues with Pakistan. That border was drawn by the British specifically to cause problems, and falling into that trap is letting the previous colonizers win.

I 100% believe you.

(and secure and safe)

…is what’s getting me. Secure and safe for whom? Secure and safe for the company? Then fuck no. Secure and safe for me? Then yeah, implant that thing!

I’m actually more scared of the sodium content on those things.

Upvote for this. I started throwing the “flavor packet” away, and adding my own spices and seasoning, to avoid the ridiculous amount of sodium.

Under the “right” circumstances, any of us could be any of those characters.

I used to drink pickle brine as a kid. I’m pretty sure I’d like this stuff.

DO IT.

He argued people should read the book before criticizing it, and declined to share a photo of the disguise he used during the writing process.

Real researchers are very explicit and forthright about their methodology…

“If people are looking for a minstrel show, they should look somewhere else.”

…and don’t insult people who ask legitimate questions about their work.

“Nobody has an experiential barometer with respect to race, for that matter,” he writes. “Nobody except for me… My barometer is better than anyone else’s.”

Exceptionally arrogant and (unsurprisingly) quite wrong.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Like_Me

He describes his own writing in Seven Shoulders as a “tremendous literary achievement” and a “tremendous achievement in the realm of civic progress.”

More arrogance, in case you missed any of the other examples.

I don’t know what this guy’s deal is, but he’s doing everything possible to avoid being taken seriously. I happen to think that another book done as professionally and seriously as Black Like Me may be insightful and useful. Based on what I’ve seen so far, though, I don’t think that this self-aggrandizing stunt comes anywhere close to that standard.

Here’s how John Howard Griffin did it when writing Black Like Me:

In late 1959, John Howard Griffin went to a friend’s house in New Orleans, Louisiana. Once there, under the care of a dermatologist, Griffin underwent a regimen of large oral doses of the anti-vitiligo drug methoxsalen, and spent up to 15 hours daily under an ultraviolet lamp for about a week. He was given regular blood tests to ensure that he was not suffering liver damage. The darkening of his skin was not perfect, so he touched it up with stain. He shaved his head bald to hide his straight brown hair.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Like_Me