And, since I had to go to The Oatmeal to find the previous link, I offer you exactly what I am living through right now: The Cycle of Flossing. I am in between "one day later" and "one week later."

I've used 'with all due respect' more than once, which might be the personal address form of 'to be honest with you'.

In my mind, "With all due respect" means "You are wronger than a wrong thing and I am now going to slice and dice you verbally until you cry like a tiny baby."

I support this interpretation.

I think when I use "I'm gonna be honest," it signifies, "You may have thought I was talking out my ass before, but I AM NOT FUCKING AROUND NOW, LET ME TELL YOU."

My gut feeling on the word "heteronormative" is that enforcement of traditional gender roles is at least in part about enforcement of heterosexuality, and so the etymology* is appropriate.

I'm willing to accept that heteronormative actually needs to have little to do with heterosexuality etymologically (and is just based in the root meaning of hetero). Except that "hetero" is now short for heterosexual, and I feel tarnished by association.

Yeah, like I said, privileged. But I'm all over the gender issues today.

I now think that all my verbal nuances that come out through my posts annoy you all.

TOO BAD SUCK IT FUCKOS!

Thanks for that, Steph. I emailed it to my partner in pain to hopefully cheer her up. She's the ED's whipping boy as of late and is getting ready to quit, which I firmly DO NOT WANT.

I've already been subjected to this abuse in my design of the gardens. Not pedestrian, which means no workhorse plants. Let's keep the budget in mind, so cut back on the annuals, which means lots of dead space since the perennials don't bloom very long. Let's go green! Which means natives that, while wonderful, also tend towards the weedy side. Let's go unusual, no one else has this plant! Which means it's a tropical or some other untested, weird plant that I've no experience with and ends up being a total flop, and was very expensive, and took three months to reach a decent size, and then was covered in rust. Let's throw in a drought, a resigned boss, and three moronic seasonal gardeners who don't know how to stake a fucking plant while I'm in the office learning how to do my former boss's job and then it's "Julie, you suck at gardening".

Last years gardens were fucking AWESOME.

I now feel the pain of anyone who writes for a living.

It's.... not always that bad?

TOO BAD SUCK IT FUCKOS!

A good life strategy, really: When in doubt, invoke Rio.