This is from one of those magazine columns where people write in for advice like on

etiquette or behavior or whatever. Here's the question. A couple recently moved to our town and invited us to dinner. They cooked a delicious meal and we brought wine and bread.

Afterward, they casually said they would venmoous for the groceries they'd bought. We felt this was unfair as it was not discussed beforehand. How do we handle this awkward situation?

Wow! She got done with the meal and they're basically saying so that steak cost us $25 and the corn was about a buck 50 CO is $27.

How ever inviting them for dinner? Has that ever happened ever?

What? Yeah, whoever this columnist's responded was, did this couple move to your town from a different planet?

Wow! That is wild! Wow! Yeah, you invited some dinner at the end of the meal. You told me $57 for the food I just...

I wouldn't have had another role. I wouldn't have had that piece of pie for without asking how much.

You might have insisted I had a slice of pie. I wasn't even hungry. I was trying to be polite. What do you mean it wasn't free refills? That's great.

Shouldn't you tell me that? It's coming up. Sweden's crown jewels have been stolen. Stay with us.

So this is absolutely hilarious. You social justice warriors twisting yourselves into knots, inserting your heads in your own high knees as far as possible.

And then apologizing for it. How did it come? This is great. This is from our friends at Reason.

The nation, the far left, imagine the nation. The nation's poetry editors have added a lengthy apology, which I'll click on in a moment or two, to a poetry editor's.

Yes, have added a lengthy apology to a short poem published in its pages a week ago. The poem, quote, contains disparaging and ableist language that has given offense and caused harm to members of several communities, for which they are very, very sorry indeed.

Indeed, the apology is longer than the poem itself. The poem's author, Anders Carlson, we has apologized as well. Quote, I am listening closely and I'm reflecting deeply the fact that I did not foresee this reading in the harm. It could cause us humbling in eye opening.

The first reply to that post is a user complaining that the term eye opening is ableist as well and really discriminatory against blind people. Oh my God. Oh my God. And then reason makes the point.

And it's a good one. Shipping religion down your throat by yelling, oh my God. This user does not appear to be a parody account, but the fact that it's quite difficult to tell is sort of the point.

So the guy who writes this article says opening is ableist. That's correct. That's great. Wow. I wouldn't call it my favorite poem ever, but it's clearly not trying to communicate anything to Ferris. It I call it reading out or I read it is calling out the hypocrisy of people who claim to care about the poor, the homeless, the disabled, then don't do anything meaningful to help them. One of the lines is it's about who they believe they is. You hardly even there. And then he was criticized for seemingly appropriate

reading the voice of a homeless person, possibly a person of color, even though he's a white person. And again, he's had to apologize for his apology because he used the term eye opening instead of saying, well, I guess my poetry is not for you or a shut up or go F yourself all three of those perfectly reasonable recesses. I think he went ahead and apologized and and seems to be actually bothered.

He was blind to this. Sorry blind is probably a term in us. Oh my God. Oh my God. You implied the sightless or somehow lacking an insight. You are so ableist. Here's a bit of the poem for you. If you got if that's right. If you got HIV say AIDS, if you a girl say you're pregnant, nobody going to lower themselves to listen for the kick. People passing fast, display your legs, cock and knee funny. It's the littlest James. They're likely to come.

Don't say homeless. They know you is what they don't know is what opens a wallet. What stops him from counting what they drop. If you're young, say younger, old, say older, if you're crippled, don't flaunt it. Let them think they're good enough Christians to notice. Don't say you pray. Say you sin. It's about who they believe they is. You hardly even there. I get it. That's good. That's scathing.

We apologize and the editors have it length as poetry editors. We hold ourselves responsible for the ways in which the work we select is received.

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