Maybe a six year old needs to wash his car and look for work.

I bet that’s why poisoning was so big before guns. Like who has the time to learn archery.

Steampunk Legend of Zelda would be a great cover.

Brian Thompson is such a nothing name, I was wondering who it was by the time I got to your comment.

Maybe a bunch of folks decided they’d rather hire a hitman than pay their deductibles.

And it’s way easier to get a compound bow than a gun, and not that much harder to learn.

It’ll be like that town that got together to kill that one asshole and no one would say shit about it. That dude got murdered by a whole town, this dude got murdered by a country.

This is the best thing I’ve read today.

People see men fondling a stature: “Hah! What a hilarious pervert.” People see a woman stradling a statue: “She must want children.”

Knowing myself, I wouldn’t put it past me.

I’m a Canadian and I know exactly where that is. Not many people know about Other Vancouver.

In all likelihood, this is the work of man. Conventional wisdom tells us that deer can not put on clothing, no matter how simple the design. And yet, let me tell you about deer.

Not long ago I moved to a small town nestled in lake country. My first week here I ran into a bear as one might run into a neighbour in line at the grocery store, both of us picking up some berries from nature’s free shop. Foxes, wolves and otters are common sightings, too, but none of them so bold as the deer.

A deer can jump a six foot fence like a tissue floating on wind, so when I decided to garden, I caged the whole thing up. I look left and I look right, and then I open the wood and wire door to check on my pumpkins to an audible snort, deer just behind me, waiting to get at my peas.

A deer figured out the gate to the deck and ate all my tomatoes. I chased after one, trying to help, because it got the whole tomato cage stuck on it’s head like an avant-garde muzzle, it wore it for a week. A deer begged my friend for her wendy’s fries and ate them from her hand, we posted a picture and three people said “Oh yeah, that’s Bernie.” A deer broke my plastic garden chair by trying to sleep in it. Just today, I was scattering salt and sand over the walkway when a deer pranced over and stuck it’s whole head in the scoop/shaker thing while I still held it.

I don’t encourage the deer, I don’t feed them or start conversations, but to them we’re all one weird tribe. They bring their kids to the yard in the morning to hang out, sometimes waiting by the door for me to come outside with my coffee. Sometimes they have neon flagging tape or chicken wire stuck in their antlers, and they won’t let me take it out. Sometimes they have orphaned mits in their mouths, I don’t know where from, and they throw them at each other in a game I don’t understand.

I’m not saying a deer could put on a vest, no, but it was probably their idea.

That sucks. Hard to be yourself around people when navigating their fragile beliefs is like playing epistemological fiddlesticks. Weird when most executive chefs are male.

I donno the answer. Make 'em some pink sparkle shortbread infused with whiskey and bacon and watch their minds implode.

The last question is a leading one and poorly framed, so I won’t answer it. This is a thread about two comments on a discussion, we don’t know the context of what came before or any relationship these two people had.

But yeah, in my circles of women who are just fucking tired, we’ve all been told we gotta let men be men, and that’s somehow our responsibility. So that’s the context, we hear that phrase in a different tone than men do.

Nothing’s wrong with feeling like a man.

I feel for this post because I’ve been told by bosses that men aren’t used to people like me. They’d get used to it if women weren’t told to dumb themselves down for the poor boys raised on some fabricated ideal of manliness. I don’t like to think of traits or talents being gendered because it’s exclusionary.

When I go in to buy computer parts I still get asked if I’m sure that’s what my boyfriend wants? I never mention a boyfriend, they just assume. I don’t ask for help in hardware stores because nine times out of ten it’s gonna start a whole argument with someone who thinks they know my project better than I do.

I see the same thing happening to guys, saw a dude at a yarn shop get asked if he was gettin supplies for his wife. That sucks, right? It sucks to feel less like who you are because of what you like. That shit keeps up the gender divide because not everyone has the energy to risk feeling a little worse to do the things they enjoy.

So yeah, I’ll never describe an activity as typically male or female.

As it turns out, the things that make a good man are the same things that make a good person.

One is the venom tooth and one is the straw tooth.

I just read the Oz thing. I fucking can’t anymore.

I had one cook in a kitchen who would always overfill prep containers, like heaping over top. Every time I pulled a new container from the fridge that was overflowing I’d shout “Fill lines! Watch the fill lines.”

It went on for about a week until she shouted back “Who the hell is Phil Lines?”

The left goes low when you threaten their lives, the right goes low when you question their actions.