Uh, I think you're right, Aimee.
Also, "where I'm located AT" made my brain hurt.
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Uh, I think you're right, Aimee.
Also, "where I'm located AT" made my brain hurt.
Oh man. I'm feeling you Aimee. My online classmates were a revelation in criminal grammar and incredible views. One actually wrote his paper on 'ethics' about 'curing the gays'. Not just gay people in general...but the gays.
I wrote to the prof and expressed my outrage, offering to post a rebuttal but she said she would take care of it. Proving that a vague disclaimer is nobody's friend, she posted some pale thing about 'tolerance', never actually naming the issue. Oy.
eta:Ha, busted my own bad grammar. t /instant karma
Oh, that's not even the worst of it, let me tell you. If participation wasn't a requirement (meaning I actually have to engage some of these people in coversation), I would be doblerizing most of them.
Suzi - tell me it gets better.
One of the women I was talking about my paper with said that she read some book about the trials of motherhood and that she thought "it must have made the obortion[sic] clinics happy" because "it would make women who were unsure of what to do to have the obortion[sic]" I went off.
Tom, thank you so much for that article. I had no idea.
Where I'm located at a basic 4 bedroom house goes for over 800 thousand dollars
Regardless, illegal immigrants STILL HAVE TO FOLLOW LAWS. Just because a person got away with breaking one law, one time (the whole getting-into-the-country but) really doesn't mean they get a free pass to ignore all the other ones once they're here. Sheesh.
Aaaaah! I know just what you mean!
One, seemingly kind, fellow wrote in response to something I said about being dyslexic. He wanted to know what kind of tools I use because his son is similarly 'afflicted' and, since I seemed smart, he was hoping I could advise. I did the best I could, researching and looking things up. Mostly because I don't really use tools. When I was growing up, dyslexic = stupid and one just got on with it. Anyway, in the end, he asked me, in all earnest I guess, if perhaps I was touched by Satan. He seemed to think his son was. "But we'll do our best for him because he sprang from our loins."
I wish I was kidding.
chokes.
"Maybe your loins were touched by Satan. SATAN! SATAN IN NEW PLACES!"
I think I'd rather have my loins touched by Satan than by God.