As a Jew, I care what you eat. Cuz I’m gonna wanna go splitsies. What else should we get?

And if you’re a fan of puzzles, try wearing gloves and then hand sewing your hands together

That sounds like an overwhelmingly positive response. Alright, I can move this product.

The babies are peachicks!

I love German animal names so much. My favorites are “stink animal” and “sting pig”

Did you try asking them? Ask them and please report back with their response

That’s far better!

Shaken, not stirred

What kids?

Behold, a stupid fucking horse

Those aren’t true mayonnaise because they got that way via convergent evolution. True mayonnaise come from the mayonnaise region of France, otherwise it’s just bubbling emulsion.

I think I read an article about that, and that was my takeaway, too

The best parents are often the quirkiest. I’d say your dad’s actions have been a bit more concerning than quirky. But that’s not your load to carry.

You are his daughter and your concern should be your relationship with him. And it sounds like he’s a truly fantastic parent. You do not owe anyone else anything other than the best you that you can be, and it seems like your parents have helped make a very good you.

If anyone else wants to make the sins of the father be piled onto the daughter, you should do all you can to avoid that person. It sounds like your father’s character has given you a unique perspective from which you can draw better choices. And that is your positive takeaway and gift to give to anyone else who crossed his path.

In summary, your dad has made his own choices and everyone else can hold him accountable to that. So, just be a fantastic daughter and a wonderful person, and use that to contribute positively to your community. Don’t get bogged down by what your father has done—if anything, you can help lift people affected by your father, but only if it brings you joy.

Hello. There’s a non-zero chance that I’m one of your children. How will you interact with me?

I just might fuck myself off this weekend! Depends on how distracted I get.

No it’s not, it’s 4am and I’m exhausted

The mentor has become the mentos. I am proud of you son/daughter/some random kid I found. Go forth and make some swearwolves of your own.

Watch your fucking mouth. I didn’t raise a werewolf to talk that kinda shit!

Do as I say, not say as I say, fuckface

I appreciate and understand your perspective, but I want to clarify some context:

This was my dad’s mom, so my grandparents. Had they been my parents and I’d known them at the age at which they raised me, then I’d immediately know how they raised their kids. But since this was my grandmother who raised my dad, it left me wondering what kind of parents my dad had. Was my dad a non-judgmental person in spite of his parents?

And the answer was, “no.” He learned to cast aside prejudices from my grandmother’s sick right-cross. It was mostly that kind of revelation that I needed to feel my catharsis.

(Added context: my dad is dead and I never heard that story from him. He died before my grandmother did, so I never got the opportunity to ask him about what her views on race were when he was a child.)

Me in my mid-century ranch style: shim… knee?