Oh, most definitely!

Nope - she hired a guy that does scarification. 😬😬😬

I mean, the secret is us Americans don't really have a good sense of what a 200-pound person is either.

At least in conversations I've had, 200 seems to be like an arbitrary cutoff where you're just supposed to imagine "really, really big."

Yeahhh, the whole thing is just . . . yikes!

Usually, scarification is deliberate cuts, healed in such a way that there's a permanent pattern of scars on your skin.

So, not tats. 😬

I'd even argue it's not bad! It's cheesy, but it's both aware of the cheese, and having a lot of fun with it.

It's just very Of Its Time. 😆

Thank God for "When the Pawn . . ." is all I'm saying.

I kinda think it's a rectangle/square situation. All grilled cheeses are melt sandwiches, but not all melts are grilled cheese.

(But I bet that'd really piss these people off somehow.)

Like, it sounds flippant, but it makes me think of how chasing laser pointers actually isn't great for cats because they can never *catch* the light.

With this app, I can pretend to talk to my robot mother all I want . . . but I can't hug her.

I would absolutely go insane.

I feel like we must have unlearned *a lot* about experiencing life & humanity in general, to even think this sort of thing would be good.

Maybe I'm a freak, but to me, having a phone app of my dead mom seems like it'd be a crushing 24/7 reminder of the loss - it'd make me *worse.* Unhinged, even.

Of course, the largest available container of pickled herring in the store is the 32-ounce "Party Pail."

Oof. Having heard/read limited amounts of Brand - there's a difference between "eloquent" and "uses a lot of words and won't shut up."

But he doesn't seem to know that.

(I also realize I might be extremely naive about whether today's parents would actually believe it/care when a teacher tells them their child is acting out.)