The judgment and passive aggression at past family dinners have caused me to run out in tears, choking on dry turkey chunks lodged in my esophagus, while fidgeting with car keys, dropping them on the frozen Minnesota ground, and screaming, finally, in all my indignation. This year, I'd like to say I'm rather rehabilitated and ready to face the Midwestern family values again. I'll even bring a goddamn pie.
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And if they still get on your nerves, you can always shove the pie in somebody's face -- passive-aggressive people usually have a hard time dealing with active aggression.
you should show up with a mexican boyfriend.
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