STFU Parents: Woe Is Mom: Here Are The Drive-Thru Rules

Moms have thoughts about the con­ve­nient fast food and cof­fee­house ser­vice that allows peo­ple to stay in their cars whilst pur­chas­ing unhealthy, edi­ble indul­gences (unless you’re at CVS pick­ing up a pre­scrip­tion, which is a dif­fer­ent kind of indul­gence). The dri­ve-thru is its own lux­u­ry, but most peo­ple hate a love/hate rela­tion­ship with the process itself.

How Netflix Is Racially Tailoring Your Movies

Per­haps I should have assumed, then, that if movies star­ring black actors are tagged “African Amer­i­can Movies” at the same time they’re tagged “Thriller” or “Fam­i­ly Dra­ma,” watch­ing a few would yield a new slew of rec­om­mend­ed picks with more racial diver­si­ty. I could have even seen that as a good thing, giv­ing me more of what I want.

Some days, it’s very hard to defend Neil deGrasse Tyson

I was ready to go off on a rant about that this morn­ing, and then Tyson had to open his mouth and leave me com­plete­ly deflat­ed. An inter­view was pub­lished that just left me mut­ter­ing, “Why, Neil, why?”.

He’s going to dou­ble down on his claim that species with painful sex would go extinct, by mak­ing the goal posts dance.

The Awful Emptiness of “Relatable”

The word both­ers me most, I’ve since decid­ed, because it pre­sumes that the speaker’s expe­ri­ences and tastes are com­mon and nor­ma­tive. “Relat­able” is in the eye of the behold­er, but its very nature is to rep­re­sent itself as uni­ver­sal. It’s short­hand that mas­quer­ades as descrip­tion. With­out know­ing why you find some­thing “relat­able,” I know noth­ing about either you or it.