License plate of a snazzy Honda with a frame reading "Cal Poly San Luis Obispo Alumni" (driver--male): SMUFFY
My friend: "Aaah, Katie--there's a bee! Do you see it? It's coming straight at me. Aaah! I think they can read fear!"
My evening mental rapture: I love goat cheese! I am so rich that I get to eat goat cheese! I am one of the world's elite. Boy, Heidi had it good. Good thing she had to clamber around the mountainside or her waistline would have expanded with all of that delicious bread and goat cheese.
On a serious note...
From Thabiti Anyabwile's review of the book The Help (which I highly recommend, as I do the movie):
In this swirling context of potential change and life-threatening danger, 13 maids in Jackson, MS decide to participate in a clandestine expose. Might not sound like much to us now, but then it was mortally risky. They dress their courage in white maids’ uniforms, not capes and superhero costumes. We’re reminded that small acts of defiance and courage have their own way of working change. I appreciated these heroines far more than the so-called fallen superheroes appearing on movie screens around the world.
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