“She was turning tricks on the street. I was one of her regulars. After awhile she said she didn’t want to charge me anymore, so here we are.”
Luckily, my wife and I met in high school, so she doesn’t have to rely on me for a cover story.
I’m not sure how you reached the conclusion that they don’t have wood to gnaw on. They do.
Just one?
Well, if you had more than one, you’d find that they are all different, with different personalities, and you wouldn’t be so quick to assume you know all guinea pigs because of your experience with your sole pig.
No, I haven’t been conditioned into anything. 38 years of driving taught me to be able to tell what is happening because I’m aware of the road. I know I didn’t just drive off the edge of the road, because I know where the road is and I know where my tires are.
I’ve had lane assist in my truck for 2 years and I learned what it feels like. However, it’s clear that different manufacturers implemented it differently. All I can say is, it appears Honda got it right.
Well, that’s kind of what I’m saying. That’s insane. In my truck I wouldn’t even describe the lane assist as a nudge. It’s just barely enough to be perceivable. Certainly nothing that’s going to make me question anything other than if I’m over the line.
I think it’s important to remember that the USA isn’t a single culture. Things vary dramatically even within a single state to say nothing of differences between states.
In some areas prom is very important. In others, not so much.
Only one of my three kids went to prom (Eastern PA).
Prom in my high school was a relatively big deal. You rented a tux or bought a dress. Some people would rent a limo. The prom was held in some kind of banquet hall with a fairly fancy meal. There’d be a DJ and dancing.
My wife was one year behind me in high school, and we attended FOUR proms (my junior prom, then the next year her junior prom and my senior prom, then the next year I came back for her senior prom).
I think for most people it’s just an opportunity to get dressed up, have a good meal, and dance. If you’re already dating someone, it obviously has more significance, but I had plenty of friends who just took another friend as a date for the prom and others who didn’t go with anyone. However, there was a lot of pressure to be a “couple”, even if you weren’t actually romantically involved with your “date”.
Typically the parents take pictures of the kids in their dresses and tuxedos. From the parents’ point of view, it’s a moment to sort of take note of how your kids are maturing and think about what the future holds for them. Lots of thinking about how old you are ;-)
Often there’s an after party that goes on late into the morning, and for many kids the after party is more important than the prom.
I think social media has had an effect on what prom is, but it also has the effect of distorting what it is to people who only experience it remotely. When you’re seeing the crazy YouTube videos and Instagram posts, you’re not seeing what prom is. You’re seeing a snapshot of what those particular proms are.
the 1950s. This was a high water mark for conservatism in the U.S., and in order to go on any date at least one parent, usually the girl’s dad, had to be present.
Perhaps this was a regional thing.
I was born in 1970, but from what my parents have described, dates were not chaperoned in the 50s unless you happened to have particularly strict parents. Like maybe if you were Amish or something.
Here’s the only thing I was able to find online about dating in the 50’s
Apparently it will herald an era of crappy horror movies.
Naw, the potato has friends. Mental health is still broken.
She’s actually very sweet. She just managed to luck into the discovery that biting gets us to move faster.
How strong is the lane assist in your car? If I was weak enough to even be bothered by the lane assist in my car, I’d figure it was time to stop driving. It certainly has never come close to overriding my steering.
Guinea pig bites are the worst.
It’s not the force of the bite, although it does hurt (they bite through wood after all). It’s the humiliation from having one of the most fragile, easy to kill pets decide that it can express its displeasure by biting your hand.
Damn little meat potato. The only reason you can even bite me is because you’re so damn fragile I can’t risk dropping you. Also, the reason I’m holding you is to trim your nails because you don’t wear them down naturally since you live your entire life on padded flannel blankets. Where do you even get off having displeasure to express?
If you weren’t so damn cute, you’d be on the grill.
Hey, India. Maybe you should try urging then strongly.
Honestly, I was down with Christianity until college. I’m not Catholic, but I attended a Catholic University. I was raised Lutheran.
College was a really good experience for me. I got a good education, made friends, and had fun. I still have good feelings about the school.
However, the hypocrisy of the conservative Catholic leaders of the university, and their cowardice in the face of a calm discussion of issues, led me to see that the Christianity I was taught to believe, while overwhelmingly positive, was not lived by most people who claimed to be Christian.
Edit: that was about 33 years ago.
I think it would be more useful to dramatically increase taxes on unoccupied or AirBnB properties. Increase penalties on slumlord behavior. Similar things to gently (or not so gently) discourage people from hoarding residential real estate.
Otherwise, if someone was renting my house and they wanted to buy it at $100/month, it would probably take more than 800 years to buy (if I could afford to get it into shape to maximize the appraisal).
I hate Pennsylvania Nazis.
Yeah, but it’s not like anything interesting and movie-worthy ever happened back then.
He said, “The sheriff is near.”
You know, outdoor concerts weren’t on my list of worries as we burn the world.
Roll tide!