Huh, depends on the place, but I would read it as sincerely “if you’re nonbinary you can pick” even if there are a lot of nonbinary people who would stick with the bathroom matching the gender that people would tend to place them in from observation.

Well it didn't say "trans" it said "nonbinary", and that's kind of my point: it doesn't really mean "if you're nonbinary you can pick", it means "if you're nonbinary pick the one that won't freak people out please": "men and nonbinary men", etc

Because there’s a large segment of the population that’s still attached to segregated bathrooms (even if only out of long habit), even if they’re absolutely cool with trans people using whatever facilities make the most sense for them? Multi-stall gender neutral would freak a lot of people out.

My office has signs that say something like “this is a gender inclusive office, please use the restroom you feel appropriate for your gender identity” and leaves it up to individual judgment.

I think the underlying thought is “no boys/girls allowed” — you can be in this space and rely on their being no one who squarely identifies as the unpermitted gender in there. Whether that’s a reasonable way to segregate, I can’t say, but it’s not incoherent.

Marshmallow topped sweet potatoes, although they actually did a slow fade even while Mom was still cooking. No one liked them much so she made a smaller and smaller dish every year until it was a token ramekin.

Is that veins of unincorporated flour? Shocking.

Small and probably positive depending on context, but easy to flip to sarcastically negative.

My mother was friends with his second wife, Ellen Siano, when they were both TWA flight attendants together, and remembered him fondly as a charming guy. If I remember rightly, he took them all to an Italian circus once and introduced them to the acrobats.

That’s actually a real problem. It may be possible to argue that the designation as parkland was ineffective or invalid, but if the designation was valid, it takes an act of the state legislature to undo.

However, I did pitch a resume in the hopper. I can think of a bunch of spots at the city where I’d fit.

I sort of assume that the real process, at least for senior jobs, is informal.

I just got through — there’s a discouraging recording saying fill out a web form instead, but then it lets you hit any button to leave a message.

It’s so hard to find a therapist who will make housecalls to the brownstone you refuse to leave except for emergencies.

Precisely the same here. I hate to attribute everything to bad plastic surgery, but he does look horrible in an oddly smooth way.

Perhaps the least appealing Ben and Jerry’s flavor ever. (Not my line — someone else said it way back when.)

Wow, the “poorly served by transit” pattern shows up much more clearly for Sliwa than Cuomo. Some sort of Guardian Angels fandom correlating with fear of the subway?

I saw an interview with RBG once where she pointed out that O’Connor was a big tall Anglo looking blonde, while she was tiny and Eastern European, so no excuse in actual resemblance. And then said “Breyer, Souter? Those guys look alike.”

Admittedly, I also don’t remember them ever being any use to anyone. They were just sort of a feature of life on the subway. A Kind of Guy.