Or it shouldn’t be a fine, but criminal prosecution for the executives responsible.

It’s worse than that. Conservatives want everything to change. Back to the early 1800’s.

The only worse choice for CEO is Chambers. She had a valid reason to just fire his ass. If he’s not willing to do what he’s told to do, then he’s not willing to do his job. It looks to me like the board wanted to get rid of him for reasons that had nothing to do with cancer. Why reference the cancer at all?

I have the feeling the only reason they didn’t just get rid of him was because of the cancer diagnosis. Trying to be “nice”. But even if the cancer was the reason for not just cutting him loose, there’s no reason to bring it up.

How does the CEO not know referencing the cancer would expose them to liability? Did they not sit down with their lawyers before sitting down with him?

Now they’re probably going to lose in court and be forced to pay him off.

They should fire Chambers.

I just had the odd experience of using a manufacturer’s discount card to pick up a medication for my wife. The medication is relatively expensive and seldom covered by insurance.

According to the information on the card, if you have private insurance which covers the medication, the discount card covers the co-pay, so you pay nothing. However, if your insurance doesn’t cover the medication, the discount card covers the cost, and you still pay nothing.

Our insurance didn’t cover the cost, and we didn’t pay anything for the medication.

I don’t understand how that works.

I think it’s important to remember that the USA isn’t a single culture. Things vary dramatically even within a single state to say nothing of differences between states.

In some areas prom is very important. In others, not so much.

Only one of my three kids went to prom (Eastern PA).

Prom in my high school was a relatively big deal. You rented a tux or bought a dress. Some people would rent a limo. The prom was held in some kind of banquet hall with a fairly fancy meal. There’d be a DJ and dancing.

My wife was one year behind me in high school, and we attended FOUR proms (my junior prom, then the next year her junior prom and my senior prom, then the next year I came back for her senior prom).

I think for most people it’s just an opportunity to get dressed up, have a good meal, and dance. If you’re already dating someone, it obviously has more significance, but I had plenty of friends who just took another friend as a date for the prom and others who didn’t go with anyone. However, there was a lot of pressure to be a “couple”, even if you weren’t actually romantically involved with your “date”.

Typically the parents take pictures of the kids in their dresses and tuxedos. From the parents’ point of view, it’s a moment to sort of take note of how your kids are maturing and think about what the future holds for them. Lots of thinking about how old you are ;-)

Often there’s an after party that goes on late into the morning, and for many kids the after party is more important than the prom.

I think social media has had an effect on what prom is, but it also has the effect of distorting what it is to people who only experience it remotely. When you’re seeing the crazy YouTube videos and Instagram posts, you’re not seeing what prom is. You’re seeing a snapshot of what those particular proms are.

the 1950s. This was a high water mark for conservatism in the U.S., and in order to go on any date at least one parent, usually the girl’s dad, had to be present.

Perhaps this was a regional thing.

I was born in 1970, but from what my parents have described, dates were not chaperoned in the 50s unless you happened to have particularly strict parents. Like maybe if you were Amish or something.

Here’s the only thing I was able to find online about dating in the 50’s

https://www.plosin.com/beatbegins/projects/sombat.html

“Thou shalt not bear false witness”

…for what it’s worth.

Friggin Earthlings always assuming everyone on the Internet is human.

I run Linux on my personal machine.

My needs aren’t particularly demanding. Web browsing, watching streaming services, accounting software, some low impact games, 3D modeling, and running a video server.

I assembled my machine from $500 worth of parts 12 years ago. In between, I’ve added some RAM, and about 8TB of mirrored disk to store movies for the video server.

Admittedly, I’m starting to be concerned about the age of the disks, and I think I’d like a better processor, but money is tight.

Given the age of the thing, there’s a chance that it’s just going to drop dead one of these days, but it’s been running for years without me having to do anything but install updates for the OS.

I wish I could be like a programmer that did some work for my dad.

My dad, being an asshole, would start telling and screaming when he wasn’t happy. The programmer would just stop and quietly say that he needed to calm down. It drove my dad ABSOLUTELY INSANE, but there was nothing he could do. He’d have to choke back his rage, calm down, and ask nicely.

I wish I could do that, but when people yell at me, I yell back.

On the 90’s TV show Wings, there was a character, Roy Biggens, whose birthday was on Feb 29th, and his parents were dicks, so they only let him celebrate on Feb 29th. So, in the show when he was turning 40 years old he had a 10th birthday party with all the shit a 10-year-old would want.

I’m aware of one:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathy_Change

but there are certainly others.

An insult to shit.

“Here buddy, I read these things can help with your PTSD.”

I think the rule is: if a headline asks a question, the answer is always “no”.

Holy shit!

I never knew anything about Thom Yorke, but I just googled him, and there’s one where I work too!

“Ooo… This is neat. I want it.”

“Ooo… That one is neat too. I want it.”

Bam! Now you’re a collector.

Congratulations! That’s wonderful!

I was under the impression that you prick the skin to make it easier for the moisture to exit the potato so it gets drier and therefore fluffier.

But my wife just said she had a potato explode when she didn’t poke it enough.

Unknown?!?!? That’s Fred! I’d recognize that guy anywhere!