I would straight up watch a show where the most incompetent cooks in the world cook beloved holiday recipes and just completely shit the bed.

My grandmother apparently took a bite of one, and choked it down, because that is how much she loved him.

When my dad was a kid he wanted to bake some cookies for his mom (my future grandmother), so he did, but instead of sugar he put in salt.

We are living in a Veep episode. Might as well embrace it

Then again, a depressingly broad array of educational institutions are caving to Trump, not just the most elite.

A possible silver lining in our present moment is that the craven capitulation to Trump's bullying by the Ivies may well tarnish their reputation in ways that are actually better for our society in the long run.

Shouldn't I be explaining this to *you*?

I was just struck by her conflation of "open marriage" and the dishonesty of the man the artist is singing about. Agreed re: the hostility, but she wants to make this about open marriages, and it doesn't seem to actually be about that! Women deserve to be pissed if men lie to them!

Garnett establishes in the first paragraph that the album is actually about dishonesty but desperately wants to write about how open marriages are actually empowering, largely because she had one. She's not really writing about someone else, or their art. She's writing about herself.

"There is a legitimate argument for a monarchy, just as there is for a republic."
Counterpoint: no, there actually isn't.

Ted Cruz just thinks all the professors who thought he was obnoxious were Communists, so of course he thinks Harvard was infested with them

Nothing tops the exploding whale, though.

omg even better idea: one group plush millennium falcons (millenniums falcon? millennia falcon?) and the other group little plush grail diaries!

One group of bean bags have X-Wing fighters on them, the other group are little Arks of the Covenant, right?

That is awesome

"I specialize in the Long November 2025"