Oh, I agree with your parents, totally, ita !

And AMS; do you hate it, or are you sucked in and creeped the fuck out?!

I grew up in the rural South -- in Tennessee, same as Paula Deen, I think. I never used that word. No one in my family used that word. I heard people around me say it when I was a kid, and I hated it, because even then I knew what it meant. I won't say the word now; it disgusts me. Paula Deen is only 16 years older than me, and 2 years older than my sister. Her age is no excuse, neither is the place where she grew up. She acts as if she thinks there's nothing wrong with it, and that's no excuse either; that's just as bad as saying it. There is no excuse.

ITA, Zen.

I was about to say that no one in my family used that word (we are all from the north, new England, and Canada), but my grandma called Brazil Nuts N**** toes.

I was also shocked this Christmas when my basically Alan Alda, SNAG uncle said "jigaboo". It was really weird, because I had received a head-wrap as a gift and I tried it on and he said to my mom 'She looks like a jigaboo'! And I was all ????. He said that when he was little that was the name for the black people who fished off the bridge and wore head-wraps. This was almost more shocking than the reveal a few Christmases ago of the all-naked, all-male swims in high school gym class and at the YMCA in the 50s/60s.

You know how you're not supposed to tell someone their baby isn't cute? Well, if you're doing a piece on how cute their baby is, you can still, ah, curate [link] assiduously, no?

AHS is way disturbing--I'm trying to work out if it's engaging enough to be this disturbed or not.

AHS is way disturbing--I'm trying to work out if it's engaging enough to be this disturbed or not.

It IS messed up; but I like disturbing, and I thought S1 was very well done. And Evan Peters...seeing him in S1, and then as a different character in S2 -- the kid is TALENTED.

But YDisturbingMV, but I would vote stick with it. Husband and I were appalled at some things, yet totally glued to the set.

OMG, that baby picture is hilarious.

I kept watching AHS on Sunday afternoons and mentioning it to my family and immediately saying "I AM NOT SAYING YOU SHOULD WATCH IT!!!" Oh, especially the last season, because of Catholic stuff.

I just realized after I got home from yoga that my shirt is on inside out. And beforehand I had dropped half of my breakfast on the floor. So it's been that kind of day so far.

You guys, I just met a guy who really wants to buy the empty house across the street. Social studies teacher at City (high school just across from the Y.) It's his second visit, he brought the parents. Told me to scare off anyone else looking at it. YAY! Nice guy, came to talk to the filthy sweaty woman doing yardwork.

Was he cute?

Nice, sarameg! Also, nice photos of your morning walk.

My dad was incurable about the n-word, and also coon and jig and jigaboo, "jew him down" and "gyp" and every other imaginable racial or ethnic slur. The ultimate stereotypical cracker. He was a wonderful, compassionate man, but he was a product of his environment and essentially uneducable about social issues. His was an unenviable hardscrabble life, and racism was the one way he felt he could elevate his status. It brought me to tears more than once, and it was difficult to love him around this, but I learned to pay attention to what he did more than what came out of his mouth. He never changed, and I never stopped wishing he could, or would.

Mom was careless and indifferent about slurs, but she was concerned enough with peer pressure and appearances that, until senility robbed her of her judgement, she made the effort not to use them.

Growing up was halcyon, till I look back on all those sunny days and see them shot through with darkness and casual, callous thoughtlessness, and sometimes actual evil intent.