Sharon! What a gal.
@joyballz I mean "a latte money."
It’s not just that the Times doesn’t cover “poverty.” It’s that the Times covers “poverty” specificly as “poverty,” whereas it covers “wealth” as “the default state of affairs, not remarkable in any way.” Basically when poor people appear in the paper it's almost always in the context of "Here are some poor people, let's discuss their poor people problems," and that discussion is generally not bad! But with rich people, it's almost always "Here are some New Yorkers who are newsworthy/feature article-worthy for various interesting reasons" and you have to sort of read between the lines to realize they're wealthy. Never will I forget the Times article about wealthy Manhattanites suddenly discovering that the local public schools in their wealthy neighborhoods were actually pretty good, which featured a quote from one of said parents that went “Like most people, I assumed my children would go to private schools.” LIKE MOST PEOPLE.
By stuffisthings on Boy Band Beer
Meanwhile 'N Sync is keeping it classy by drinking rye rye rye.
By Li'l Sebastian on Boy Band Beer
Guys. Guys. MMMHOPS. That's amazing.
By Bill Fostex on Boy Band Beer
I went to a Hanson show. Last year. Yep. Why? Someone made me.
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing. It sounds like you're doing exactly what you need to be doing to get through what you're going through.
By Bill Fostex on Open Thread
I guess I’ll milk Mr.Biscuit Frenzy one more time, but this is it, swear to god, no more cat stuff.
By stuffisthings on Monday Check-In
Also, 53oz of "black currant blueberry"? That's a lot of ounces Mike.
By readyornot on Mom Advice
When I broke up with my first real boyfriend (we went to high school and college together, this was senior year of college), I had to wait two weeks to tell my mom because I was kind of afraid of making it real. And then when I finally told her, she dropped everything and drove to my college to see me that weekend. I don't remember talking about it at all, though I'm sure we did, but I do remember going on long walks at dusk through the springy dewy air and her sitting with me in a library carrel and just being there. I mean, a little bit it felt like she believed the world had ended because my five-year teenage romance was over, but it was also really comforting. MOMS.