Betty Boothroyd was my hero when I was a wee babe. My gran used to watch the house of commons debates in the evenings (when Jerry Springer or Judge Judy wasn't on, luh you granny) and I just internalized Betty as THE speaker. Like, it could only be her. There's an old video of me at about ... 4? Maybe? Running around in my undies and a spoon yelling "ORDER! ORDER!" at the dogs.
She's got a (disappointingly boring) biography or autobiography out there that I read in college.
I felt just turrible for those poor girls. One of them was like, 14, which is just before the time in your life when it is s o i m p o r t a n t to have your own space I just couldn't.
Have you seen the one with the couple who had FOUR CHILDREN. FOOOOOUUUUURRRRR CHIIILLLLLDDDREEEEEENNN, and were looking to live in no more than 650 sqft.
I'm sorry, but like.
Your daughters will be teenagers soon, and your son will also be a teenager eventually and for the love of god don't make them all sleep in the same room!
The very first Youtube video I ever watched was called Yelling at Cats and as far as I can tell it's still up.
It's literally a guy, yelling at and terrifying his cats. (Terrifying? I don't know, they all run away from him.)
It's still really funny, as long as you don't think about it too hard, and I like to assume this was the kind of thing he made For The Internet and not like, how he normally treats his cats.
It's very internet circa 2006 though.
YESS. This is exactly what's happening with my little brother too, and I didn't notice until I went home for Christmas this year. We'd gone to see the new star wars and he was complaining about Rey being a Mary Sue, (which is nonsense) and I told him that this conversation wouldn't be happening if Rey was male and he got SO pissed at me, and SO defensive and just refused to even acknowledge that we hold male characters and female ones to different standards.
Ah, but the secret feeling of knowing you've got some damn sexy underthings is totally worth all the work, IMHO. Especially when you're rocking a matching bra. Confidence, through the roof.
Jumping in here before I've finished reading because the BEST food I have EVER eaten is at a place called The Pit near downtown Raleigh and oh my good gracious God the food. It's a sort of mid-upscale place and they do southern food, particularly Eastern N.C.-style barbecue, which is vinegar based a unquestionably superior. They also offer something called "family style" which is two appetizers (fried chicken livers or pimento cheese crackers a must) two mains (one is ALWAYS brisket) two sides (literally think of every delicious southern thing, they have it) and a dessert to share (BANANA PUDDING ALWAYS). It's $25 a head, and if you're eating with more than four other people it is SO worth it, omg. I think I have to go there for dinner this week before I head back to the desert for xmas.
Not sure if this is PEAK dad or just penultimate dad, but the other day, I posted a picture of Google's reminder to me that I only had seven days before I was coming home for the hols.
Dad was the first person to comment, and his comment was "what do you want for Christmas dinner? I don't think I want to make a turkey again this year, but if everyone wants that I'll do it. I'm taking a poll."
Dads.
WHERE DID YOU FIND THOSE?? I need to know because my dad's birthday is not-that-long after Christmas and I exhausted all my brain energy finding him a Christmas present (quadcopter, he'll LOVE it) and he will adore those.
Right?? I think it's just ... jokey more than anything that's seriously gendered. It's SO over the top with the descriptions and the packaging and everything, it can't be 100% serious
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