I look really young. Like I’m 40 but routinely pass for early 20s or even late teens if I do my makeup with that aim.

I get carded buying alcohol a lot. I hated it until I was about 27, and it really started to make me feel great! Especially once my gray hair started growing in (I dye it regularly so nobody really sees them, but I know they’re there). If all you’re trying to do is guess how old I am from how I look, I will love your answer.

But people often judge my experience or expertise as if I am only as old as I look when I am really twice that age. I hate when people assume I’m the office assistant or new hire when I’m the Assistant Director. I had physical therapy for several months due to a chronic shoulder injury, and the old ladies there loved to tell (not ask) me that physical therapy must be so easy for me as if my joints aren’t fucked and my pain and effort aren’t real. Still pisses me off so much.

And don’t get me started on the creepy old guys who see legal jail bait…eugh.

eBay is my oldest, not sure when exactly, 2001-2002-2003 something like that.

Next is my Something Awful forums account from 2005.

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I’m a Museum Studies grad. Most Museum Studies programs are curatorial in nature - collections management, education curricula, label writing etc. Those programs are typically second Master’s degrees; you go get a PhD in something to become a content specialist, then get a Museum Studies degree to move into being a curator. UArts was so unique because it was focused on exhibition design regardless of content. We were not content specialists and it made us great because we didn’t have a PhD to turn into boring-as-shit exhibit labels; we designed interactive exhibits, did a lot of our own graphic design and fabrication, and focused on visitor experiences first, second, and last. It was the only program for dorks who love museums and want everyone else to love them too, instead of an afterthought or vanity project to add to your resume.

Plus I made some of my best friends of my life there.

I got a master’s degree at UArts over 10 years ago. It was such a unique program, I’m not sure any other school offers it (certainly not one like it) and I’m sure a lot of students that are being promised “seamless” transitions to local universities will find they have nowhere to go.

I loved my time at UArts. Such a shame.

Traffic Jam.

It’s got a bunch of different berries and rhubarb sometimes. Slovacacek’s on I35 outside Waco makes the best.

I’m moving into a retirement community. Get in there early enough and they have to take care of you until you die. But before that point, retirement communities are like dorms without having to worry about grades or getting pregnant. Lotta syphilis, though, I hear.

Like I said, it’s about viewership, and the UK brings very little of that compared to the US, Russia, and China.

If you really cared to see the best, you’d know who Simone Biles is. Everyone tunes in to see their guys win.

The competition between USA, Russia, and China is what gets people to tune in, really. With anyone of those countries not participating, viewership tanks, is my guess.

There’s also the whole thing about eschewing politics. Traditionally wars were paused for the Olympics, but I’m pretty sure that’s irrelevant today, especially when the US led a boycott of the Moscow Olympics in 1980 and then Russia boycotted the Los Angeles Olympics in 1984. It’s really about viewership.

Oh and the IOC is notoriously corrupt. If Russia pays to participate, the IOC will find every which way to let them, no matter how badly they cheat and genocide, same with the US and China.

Ruby Franke is a religious extremist. Your mom might’ve called you a son of a bitch sometimes out of frustration. Along with the physical and emotional torture, Franke calling her kids “spawns of Satan” is an indication that she feels it is her spiritual duty to do anything and everything to get rid of the devil in her children, even if that means getting rid of the children. She would have let them die and not felt an ounce of remorse for it.

I’m so glad to know I am not alone.

I use Facebook for a few nonprofit pages I run. Its main perk is events organization. I also use Instagram for my nonprofits as well – it’s easy(ish) to cross post on both platforms while still respecting the individual audiences who consume content on each.

Donating to just about any charity is a noble cause! I’d also suggest establishing scholarships with educational organizations you like and, depending on the size of your estate, consider endowments that ensure continued support to those organizations.

Traveling around the holidays is great. The best flight I ever took was in early December. Everybody and their grandma just flew home from Thanksgiving; everybody was saving up and working to pay for Christmas. The Philly airport was deserted. Getting from the ticket counter to my gate was like 4 minutes. I had time to eat so many crab fries.

You can suck your own dick; it’s medically possible, and it’s not illegal!

There’s also an exception if they can’t read the delivery address; they have the authority to open the package to try to determine delivery address. So make sure your label can get a little wet and still be readable.

The Renaissance is not “some homogeneous past”, it’s a pretty specific time period: the 15th and 16th centuries.

Word on the street is that American English is actually closer to the English spoken by the British when they first landed and colonized the Americas. After the war they went back to their lil island and forgot how to pronounce their Rs.

Maybe you just don’t know the definition of “irony”. People use it improperly all the time. I don’t think anything in that song by Alanis Morissette is actually ironic.

Personally, I don’t think there’s ever an excuse for cheating; academically it really only harms the cheater. People in college offered me a lot of money to do their work for them. I never accepted, but I also never tattled on them. Grades honestly, really, don’t matter in the long run.

That’s not irony, it’s karma? Consequences? Definitely not irony, though.