User name checks out.

I love when he climbs up on my shoulders because he needs to be more in my face.

Just showing her he’s father material.

That sounds lovely. I don’t wear pink but I enjoy seeing it on others.

I live in VA and the closest big city is an hour away.

King Arthur Flour. Better quality than store brand and employee owned.

Works for peanuts.

Damn that’s a photogenic pup.

I thought this was just a joke about his age.

I have several white tshirts that somehow never get stained. But all my black and navy get grease spots no matter what I do. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You need to smother that baby so it doesn’t give itself hearing loss!

I would wear a tank top in blue or white. I have this really cool men’s button-down shirt with blueberries that I would wear open over that.

Although every time I wear this shirt, i get some kind of untreatable stain on it. About to have it professionally cleaned for the third time.

Anyway, I’ll add plain white sneakers, and some blue/silver jewelry.

Love this.

I thank Dog every day I never got pregnant, especially with my ex. I’m watching my brother’s girlfriend now and the hell she’s going through with her abusive ex and custody issues. Also I just really dislike being around small children.

I’m not sure if you’re just agreeing with me, or if you misread my comment. I’ve stated that their actions should be judged regardless of whether they are impaired.

This is a great question.

In my opinion, it’s not a question of respect for the abuser (fuck em, you owe them nothing). It’s about disrespecting other people as a side effect.

For example, if you wanted to show disrespect for someone, you could call them a slur (racial, gender, whatever). But at the same time, you’d be showing disrespect for everyone else who has that characteristic.

Maybe if you know no one else from that group will overhear, you would feel like it’s worth it to stick it to the abuser. I personally wouldn’t want to risk confirming such a prejudice for any other onlookers, nor would I want to set a precedent in my own brain that such speech or behavior is acceptable.

For me, the abuser isn’t worthy of respect, but they’re also not worthy of me potentially hurting others, or altering my standard of behavior.

The book I’m reading (Incognito by David Eagleman) mentioned exactly that.

Robinson and Yarvitz, like many others, suspected that the alcohol had loosened Gibson’s inhibitions and revealed his true self. And the nature of their suspicion has a long history: the Greek poet Alcaeus of Mytilene coined a popular phrase En oino álétheia (In wine there is the truth), which was repeated by the Roman Pliny the Elder as In vino veritas. The Babylonian Talmud contains a passage in the same spirit: “In came wine, out went a secret.” It later advises, “In three things is a man revealed: in his wine goblet, in his purse, and in his wrath.” The Roman historian Tacitus claimed that the Germanic peoples always drank alcohol while holding councils to prevent anyone from lying.

But there are many things that people have “known” for years that turned out to be untrue as our ability to understand the physical world increased. Now we’re finding that our unconscious mind accounts for more of what we think than our conscious mind can control.

I love cap sleeves, and managed to find a great one in my size on poshmark.

The others I bought from Goodwill. The sleeves weren’t short enough for me, so I altered them . I try to find ones that cinch in at the waist to give me the illusion of a figure. So it depends on what part of them isn’t working for you.

My point is about how we judge people: we should judge their actions. But many of us also judge their thoughts. Many people concluded from that incident that Gibson was inherently racist and that his apology and defense of his own thoughts were meaningless. I know there have been other incidents with him, which is why I just wanted to use that one incident as an example.

Mel Gibson is not guilty for having antisemitic thoughts, but he is responsible for expressing them.

Yes, this is where I’m at. I . . . don’t know what to make of your second paragraph.