You’re kidding, right? Right?

Maybe. Pourquoi tu pues du tron?

Now I’m a person.

Oh. I get it now.
Still possibly a spoon, though.

I’m so not getting the joke, I’m wondering if I’m a spoon or a person.

Where are you from that it’s weird to you? I wasn’t aware it was uncommon.

I know, right? I make our own fruit soda (kombucha), and my very boomer mom thinks it’s silly because Coke tastes so great! I need my daily Coke!

Bitch, right now we have raspberry lemonade, blackberry pop, apple and cinnamon ice tea, and fizzy mint ice tea. With extra vitamins and no added sugar.

France : I’d call cubed potatoes in mayonnaise a salad. A proper potato salad would have sliced pickles and diced ham, but still.

As a French speaker, I stg your genders for LE sun and LA moon don’t make a lick of sense, and sound really wrong.
DER Sonne is obviously a guy. Goes to the gym every day, lifts weights, big muscles, maybe a bandana. Picture a ladies’ man from 1985 in a beach town, and that’s him. And DIE Mund is the protectress of women.

On dates, focus on whether you like them, not whether they like you.

France, 1980’s, we played the recorder thoughtout middle school.

Food preservation! Canning, fermenting, dehydrating.
Canning is a bit daunting at first, and you need some space in your kitchen. But fermenting is literally salt + water in a jar, uses no energy (unlike freezing or boiling), and you can do just one small jar with the half-onion that would otherwise die a slow death in your fridge, or three gallons with the squash that was on sale.

What’s the other way to be poor?

I’m the same. I don’t listen to music, ever. It does nothing for me (except hurting my ears if it’s medium or high volume, annoying me, stressing me out if it’s fast, and preventing me from understanding spoken words.). There’s something weird in my brain, I think.

Snot banshee. The insult I didn’t know I needed. Thank you.

Eggs are trans people before they’ve hatched. When they still don’t realize, or aren’t sure.

There are dozens of us! I’m a mom who works in publishing and don’t know a linux distro from a pokemon (other than Pikachu.)

Social conditioning, once again. We’re French, and it’s totally possible for us.
Yesterday, among strangers, at the local lake, my 42 year old friend was topless, playing with her 7 year old son and her 5 year old (naked) step-daughter. A 36 yo pregnant friend was wearing a string bikini around her husband, 6 yo daughter, and in-laws. It was a non-issue.
Not saying all rules can always be broken, but they’re heavily context- and culture-dependant.

A couple of months? I reflexively thought No, it must be a couple years already.
Damn, those were long months.

My partner of 15 years has a girlfriend of 25 years. She’s been married for 30 years. We’re happy.