BARF people, I am not happy with the conversation with my mother this evening. Well, let me correct that, I am not happy I was not in the mood to have the argument feeling caught off guard. Some points were fair, many were not. When she was done with her speech and asked for a response, I told her I don't want anything to say right now... because if it was in the middle of me cooking dinner (stuff in the stove and on the oven) and this was not the right time between me and her. The things I would disagree on I didn't push back on. Not ever. Understanding their perspective is incredibly important in a functional conversation.
I'll give you one example. The battery in her Honda Pilot was dead. The battery needed to be jumped on her Honda Pilot. Because she didn't want to disrupt me, she tried it herself, while I was busy with a TV show I was watching. She tried to raise the trunk of her SUV, couldn't do it. She was strong enough to get her untrapped under the trump, and it banged on her head. I spent the next week make sure the pain she's feeling is basic scarage and no brain damage.
To be fair, she is still sharp as a tack and would probably beat most of you at Checkers or Chess but her physical capabilities are still trying to get to any semblance of physical ability she can do.
At the very least, when I was done cooking, my mother loved what I cooked. Am I going to tell you want it was? No I am not. She loves whatever I cook.
I've never used either (i'm white/irish)
My brother has always used it religiously. He's had multiple (5 or 6) instances of skin cancer, i've had none... go figure.
I was going to made a skin cancer joke. I think I'll stop. People get what they get... And we all have to deal with it.
earlier, some people hadn't even left the bed yet. 
...or OG Lame SF
