A few years ago we tried to get my husband new winter boots in early January and one sales lady was so rude pointing us towards the very few options they had left.

Of course they are staying in one of the fanciest suburbs.

I think their age ranges are a bit off. The oldest millennials are 44, not 34.

Have you seen that terrible "Angel" ad? Some kind of weird streaming service?

They have a surprisingly robust merch store. Of course, a free bean hat is definitely better than a $25 bean hat. shop.bushbeans.com/collections/...

The tepid, conflict-averse choice feminism of the 90s and aughts—which insisted on legitimizing women’s cooperation with patriarchy rather than challenging it—made room for the rise of tradwives by abandoning the principles that would have made a movement capable of coherently opposing them.

These neighbors were not the friendliest. And they liked rules. My parents were more of the "yeah, fine, whatever" variety of that era.

When I was growing up (late 80s, early 90s), there was one house in our neighborhood that had a trampoline. And we had to bring a fresh permission slip from our parents every time we wanted to jump on it. As a kid that seemed ridiculous...as an adult, I get it.

At work. We weren't really co-workers, we were in different departments of a big box store; his full time job, my part time/second job.

Just saw that Roxane Gay included a link to your turkey story in her recent Audacious Roundup on substack: audacity.substack.com/p/the-audaci...

And that's just for Part 1!
There has been so much marketing for this movie; I'm not sure enough people realize that they'll be doing it all again for Part 2 in November 2025...

All the Colors of the Dark by Chris Whitaker