I once met a woman in her early 20s who found it difficult to answer the question “Did you get a bachelor’s?” after she mentioned that she’d graduated. She was substitute teaching full time, so probably not bound for the family business, either.
I think I would have cultivated his acquaintance in a very casual, at-arm’s-length sort of way in my undergrad days. Weeder I would have avoided like the plague.
I can’t imagine why we’d be under any obligation to acknowledge left wing rage over an entirely unrelated topic. That’s an invitation to a duel of rambling streams of consciousness if I’ve ever seen one.
I suppose wanting to discuss whether the trend to which the strip alludes does or does not justify right wing rage would be germane, though if it were me I would have just started a new thread farther down the comments page rather than try to redirect one that was already under way.
Anyway, thanks as always for the discussion. Sorry you got stuck having to argue on behalf of someone so vague.
My all-nighters required a lot of very frequent and lengthy breaks. Nothing that I’d describe as partying, though; I really didn’t do much of that at all. The few times I did end up at a party it wasn’t long before I started thinking of ways to sneak out without being rude.
When the strip ended its original run Edgar was about as old as Farley had been at time of death so if it had gone any longer Lynn would have had to kill him too. I like to think that she would have spent weeks recreating the situation that killed Farley down to every last detail, substituting Edgar for Farley and Meredith for April. Elly and John panic as they realize that Meredith has been left alone in the backyard and that the river is surging and all the rest. But they look out and see Meredith safe and sound because she wasn’t able to open the gate. Then Michael, who after all these years still doesn’t know the details of that day, innocently says something along the lines of “Well of course we don’t let our kids play outside unsupervised without locking the gate. You’d have to be a complete moron to do that!”
I once met a woman in her early 20s who found it difficult to answer the question “Did you get a bachelor’s?” after she mentioned that she’d graduated. She was substitute teaching full time, so probably not bound for the family business, either.