Yeah that jumped out at me too ... Yale doesn't even have athletic scholarships, I'm pretty sure their formal aid structure is entirely need-based.
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Twitter's official Dorothy L. Sayers stan account, 2018-24, now on Bluesky. New Englander in Quebec. Eph '00/YDS '04. Mom, priest (the sweary kind), writer (ask me about my musical!), doula. Yes, my grandma shot a Nazi. She/her. INTJ/5w4.
Yeah that jumped out at me too ... Yale doesn't even have athletic scholarships, I'm pretty sure their formal aid structure is entirely need-based.
Tom Holland would be soloing with Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo and enjoying himself hugely
Everything is gender except gender which is class
Seriously. At that age we're supposed to be shedding estrogen and ceasing to give a single fuck!! That's literally what our hormones are telling us to do after we come out of the 20+ year oxytocin fog!!
"Femininity" is such utter bullshit. Just throw the whole concept out.
Why not both dot gif
Because he's white, lolsob
the cardinal directions of Massachusetts:
North, South, West, Marl, and Fox
Oh, I can 100% see how it works equivalently for cis men. I have not yet given up hope of finding a partner who's as grossed out by Andrew Tate as I am by Kristi Noem.
This.
My gender is Dorothy L. Sayers ("not very feminine, but intensely female") and/or Jo Walton ("this is a perfectly valid way to be a woman"). I absolutely refuse either to perform MAGA womanhood, or to cede womanhood to them.
Guess what, buttercup, life's not fair, and sports aren't either. My genes are so shitty my body's trying to kill me, so I can't play sporys, but I'm not out here whining. Life's not fair, bodies differ, "women" is a social construct, and if she's cis, she ALWAYS gets to ball, DSD or not, fuck you.
That poem was posted on the wall of my seventh-grade English classroom and I read it over and over
Two Tramps in Mud Time
Those last two quatrains are basically my entire philosophy of life
βIt felt very predatory to me as a 30-year-old woman thatβs married. So I canβt imagine how it would feel to a teen mom or a single mom having to walk in there by herself.β ncnewsline.com/2026/03/06/r... via @statesnewsroom.com
HIPPOS GO BERSERK
SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY
I know all the reasons to be disappointed with him in hindsight, but bloody hell, this man was so much more than we deserved
A small blue and orange songbird launching itself off a branch. Itβs fully airborne, but its wings arenβt open yet. Blue sky behind Β©οΈDTL 2026
Eastern bluebird launching πͺΆ
I own a tiny electric car and get all my energy, including my heat, from hydroelectricity. Bring it on.
(Ironically, the element of my life that uses the most fossil fuel is ... public transit.)
Highly amused to see this skeet getting a bunch of new engagement from Alison linking to the thread in today's column
America's fourth city, New Haven, Connecticut, can't stop winning
More like 30 years, I remember the beginning of it when I was in high school!
Frenchness is a pervasive and unstoppable force
(source: lives in Quebec)
Alternative theory: he's just French
Elizabeth Strout, anyone?
Great, now I'm gonna have to figure out how to get fair market value for this batch of drugs without getting caught.
Edited screenshot of a tweet by jon_snow_420: Anthropic: I have made AI angels: you fucked up a perfectly good spellchecker is what you did. look at it. it's got anxiety.
I love that last night at my Walk In Love course several people, talking ordination and let vocation, were like βok but we really should be thinking more about whether there are some jobs Christians *canβt* haveβ (and most were mil/leo adjacent that came up).
They derived this from 1st principles.
I know. My point is that AI is hyped as being able to somehow tell us what's correct, and it's utter nonsense on even the most basic level.
Just saw an ad for AI that promised "less tasks, more work" so just a reminder that even really really basic grammar is completely beyond the capacity of these "tools"
I would demand satisfaction for this insult to the shades of my ancestors, but my ancestors left, so
(Though I do occasionally find myself wondering about great-great-grandpa's nine siblings and the many, many cousins I must have)