I think a more important question is how is forensic sports law analytics different at Florida State as compared to the rest of the country.
Recent sport related news aside, I enjoyed this account of the Supreme Court.
This is the best article I've ever read about baby food. Cinders the pig made my day. It's refreshing to hear about someone who treats their dietary restrictions as personal choice and side note and not as a life defining eating disorder that holds everyone around them hostage.
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Will you draw us a cartoon before you leave? A special cartoon for all the tough acting sensitive flowers?
Also, we are all so proud of you. Sniff. Congratulations! I hope you are celebrating with aged cheese and whiskey. Or maybe a nice rose, since it's really hot outside.
It seems like LW's giant concern with not making women feel uncomfortable is a convenient way for not ever feeling uncomfortable himself. What's so wrong with a little discomfort? I can personally attest to the fact that awkwardness isn't going to kill anyone, and sometimes a little awkwardness can lead to a lot of fun. Taking risks, even small social risks, is a great way to feel more alive, even if they end up in rejection.
I am always flattered when someone shows interest in me, and I only feel insulted or belittled or taken advantage of when someone refuses to accept no for an answer, or generally ignores my response to a situation. Also, it helps to remember that we've all been flat out rejected in the past, many times over. It's like Polly says - Rejection is not personal.
Dolly Parton has been my hero since I was a child. We spent our summers in Rabun County Georgia, and my sincerest wish every summer was to go to Dollywood. It was more than a two hour drive, through the national park. I think we went twice. My most vivid memory was that a gun fight broke out in the street of the old western town and scared me to death. Clearly staged, but totally convincing to eight year old Charlsie. It looks like they may have gotten rid of that attraction, maybe too many crying children. I also remember being pretty disappointed that Dolly wasn't actually there. Ahh, memories. I want to go back.
Seriously. Have you ever read Camus's The Plague? I have a friend in Sierra Leone, and he recently spent some time in the Ebola area with a community outreach program. Apparently it's difficult to convince people to bring the sick people to the hospital, and the early symptoms of the disease are vague, so people don't get immediate treatment and continue walking around spreading it. Basically, the situation is not under control. At all.
@commanderbanana The four months thing is the part I can't get over either. Because, reading the letter, I have a hard time figuring out when he was great. It seems like he was always terrible. That being said, I've dated some terrible people, so I'm not judging, I just don't see when this guy ever made LW happy.
@franceschances Those people who couldn't show up, they are going to have a rough life until they learn how to show up. Cause the lose of a parent is a pretty sure bet eventual tragedy in most everyone's life. I think it's harder when you are younger because your peers can't relate, but it is an invitable. Our society sucks at teaching coping skills, when coping skills are really the only thing we actually need to learn. It is actually a reasonable consequence of only wanting your kids to be happy. It's possible no one ever taught them how to appropriately handle the unhappy.
But there is a lot to be said for just showing up. My mom said when my sister was sick, she most appreciated her friends who just showed up, and didn't hang crepe or wring hangs. Someone who didn't ask what they could do or act like the world was ending, but instead showed up and acted normal and asked questions or baked cookies or made her laugh or just gave her a hug. Simple acknowledgment is easier and more powerful than most people realize.
My sister died four months before I was born, when she was five and a half (after a long illness) and my brother was a year old. I grew up in a household that could not ignore grief. My mom always said that grief is like a cup that is full and overflowing, you can only absorb so much at a time. C.S. Lewis's A Grief Observed is an excellent book, and Elizabeth Kubler Ross is amazing. Finding real people to talk to is more important, but books always help me fill that void between the people I need in my life and the people I have in my life.
This might sound crazy, but if you don't have a pet, I think you should get one.
@sony_b I love this comment! It's like what Polly said a few weeks ago - Rejection is not personal. I always try to remember that the way people treat me is more of a reflection on them than it is on me.