I don't give a good gorram about relevant, Wash. Or objective. And I ain't so afraid of losing something that I ain't gonna try to have it. You and I would make one beautiful baby. And I want to meet that child one day. Period.

Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'


Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Strix - Jun 22, 2013 7:47:22 am PDT #26767 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

ITA, Zen.


Sophia Brooks - Jun 22, 2013 7:50:56 am PDT #26768 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

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.


§ ita § - Jun 22, 2013 8:09:57 am PDT #26769 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

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.


Strix - Jun 22, 2013 8:22:11 am PDT #26770 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

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.


Jesse - Jun 22, 2013 8:24:16 am PDT #26771 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

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.


sarameg - Jun 22, 2013 8:50:56 am PDT #26772 of 30001

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.


Lee - Jun 22, 2013 9:42:10 am PDT #26773 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Was he cute?


Beverly - Jun 22, 2013 9:54:32 am PDT #26774 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

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.


Steph L. - Jun 22, 2013 10:05:07 am PDT #26775 of 30001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

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.

My family called them that when I was growing up. But I haven't heard anyone but my dad (see below) use it since the 1970s.

My dad was incurable about the n-word, and also coon and jig and jigaboo,

My dad, too. He still uses those words. It's appalling. He's more or less okay in public, although "spook" and "jigaboo" come out once in a while. But at home, with just us kids, "nigger" rolls off his tongue like it's no big deal. (I smack him down HARD when he does that, so he hasn't said it in front of me in years, but apparently he still uses it with my brother all the time.)

He lets fly with the misogyny pretty freely, though, in public. Awesome. (I had lunch with my mom this week, and mentioned how much I straight-up LOATHE the way my dad uses "female" as a noun, and she said, "Oh my god, 14 years of marriage and I could NEVER get him to stop that! I HATED it!")


Calli - Jun 22, 2013 11:04:07 am PDT #26776 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

My parents were born in the 1920s and were adamantly against racial slurs such as the n-word. Their parents weren't. After a visit from one grandparent, Mom heard six-year old me use the n-word and made it very clear it wasn't acceptable. And the grandparents never used that language around me again. It turned out my parents told both sets of grandparents that if they ever talked like that around my sister and me again, that would be the last time they ever saw us. And it worked.

My parents and grandparents were both from Michigan. The difference may have been partially generational, but I think it was also partially due to the fact that my parents traveled a lot more than their parents and interacted with a wider variety of people.