Squirrel plays with cat

November 7, 2014 • 2:53 pm

It’s the end of a long week, I have finished the copyedits of the Albatross, and I’ve prepared an evolution talk for Truman State in Missouri (where I head Monday), and so it’s time to kick back with a drink and a FELID.  Here’s this Friday’s offering:

Don’t ask me the circumstances here: a predator playing with its prey, and the prey being fearless. The video’s notes may have the explanation:

Parents had a pet baby squirrel who ran away once he was full grown. He comes back to visit every once in a while though. This time he got reaquainted with his old friend! 🙂

One person I showed this to suggested that the squirrel might have had salacious intent, but I refuse to believe that!

A double rainbow in Oz

November 7, 2014 • 1:42 pm

Well, from near Perth, Australia. The reason you can see the whole thing is that it’s taken from the air. As Science News explains:

A full double rainbow, captured from a helicopter flying over Cottesloe Beach in Western Australia, frames a golf course near Perth. A downpour reflects light from the setting sun back toward photographer Colin Leonhardt, creating two concentric rings of color that appear to encircle the course.

. . . All rainbows are round, but seeing a full circle requires a viewing area with plenty of droplets in all directions; that’s tough for people on the ground. When the observer flies through a water-laden sky, however, a complete rainbow emerges.

The second, dimmer rainbow appears when light bounces off the inside of raindrops twice before coming back. Because most of the light leaks out after just one reflection, secondary rainbows are usually much fainter than primary ones.

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Bill Nye talks about creationism, evolution, and his new book

November 7, 2014 • 12:36 pm

I’ll get creamed for this, but Bill Nye really does rub me the wrong way. Yes, I know he’s turned lots of kids onto science, and good for him! But his demeanor just gives me the creeps. And he seems ravenously hungry for the limelight, a form of naked ambition that always puts me off.

But enough. At any rate, there’s a strange interview with him in Tuesday’s New York Times, “A fight for the young creationist mind: In ‘Undeniable’, Bill Nye speaks evolution directly to creationists.” In it, Nye talks about his new book on evolution, Undeniable: Evolution and the Science of Creation, the importance of learning evolution to keep Americans up there among the Great Science Nations of the World, and about death, which is an ineluctable part of natural selection. It’s a very strange piece, curiously lacking substance.

While I love evolution (after all, I chose to study it as a career), I can’t be as forceful as Nye in saying that kids must learn it if they’re to be part of a technologically advanced society:

You say in the book that your concern is not so much for the deniers of evolution as it is for their children. Do you think the science stakes are higher now than when you started “Bill Nye, The Science Guy” show in 1993?

Yes, because there are more people in the world — another billion people all trying to use the world’s resources. And the threat and consequences of climate change are more serious than ever, so we need as many people engaged in how we’re going to deal with that as possible. And we have an increasingly technologically sophisticated society. We are able to feed these 7.2 billion people because of our extraordinary agricultural technology. If we have a society that’s increasingly dependent on these technologies, with a smaller and smaller fraction of that society who actually understands how any of it works, that is a formula for disaster. So, I’m just trying to change the world here.

I’m not sure about that, actually. Most of American society never understood that much about science anyway, and I think the level of science literacy is puttering along at about the same levels it’s been at for years. Yet the U.S.’s science education and accomplishments are still peerless, and people come here from all over the world to study science. So long as there are some people who love science, appreciate science, and want to do it (and we apparently have no shortage of them), we’ll be fine. Yes, I’d love kids to share my own love of science, but if they don’t won’t destroy our country.

Further, while there are some practical applications of evolution, our country wouldn’t be in the Science Dumper if most kids rejected the idea, which they do anyway. To me, the real importance of evolution is not to increase human welfare, but to increase our understanding of the world, of our origins, and of our relations to other species. It is the true story of genesis. In some ways it’s like fine arts or humanities, for it expands our horizons, but it has the additional advantage of being true.  I’m happy for those scientists who understand evolution and use it for practical things things like tracking the spread of HIV infections or using evolutionary algorithms to improve computer programs or biotechnology, but what is most important is for our kids to learn what science is and how it is done. Evolution is only a part of that, and not nearly as important a part, if you’re talking about the future of our planet, as learning climate science. Education in critical thinking (if that’s even possible) would, for me, take priority over education in evolution.

My take on evolution is similar to Brian Cox’s take on science in general, eloquently expressed in these closing words from Brian Cox’s “Human Universe” series, sent to me by his colleague Matthew Cobb:

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h/t: Ginger K

Colbert on Republican climate-change denialism: “We’re not scientists”

November 7, 2014 • 10:05 am

If you click on the screenshot below, you’ll go to a short clip of Stephen Colbert taking apart Republican climate-change denialists as only he can. (Note: I’m not sure whether this clip can be seen outside of North America—or even in Canada). If it’s slow, try clicking here.

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I am so sick of denialists’ claim, “I am not a scientist.” Indeed they’re not, but they could give some credence to the scientific consensus, which is overwhelmingly that human activities are a major contributor to global warming. After all, these Republicans and other denialists trust the consensus of scientists on other matters, like the efficacy of antibiotics and of GPS devices.

h/t: Daveau ~

The group-selection dustup continues: E. O. Wilson calls Richard Dawkins a “journalist”

November 7, 2014 • 7:28 am

I’ve been an admirer of Ed Wilson for a long time (after all, he helped me get into Harvard). He founded the discipline of evolutionary psychology, which is a branch of sociobiology, has been an ardent conservationist, and his work on ants is unparalleled, though he’s not really incorporated the latest statistical methodologies into his phylogenetic work. And he’s an excellent popular writer who has produced two Pulitzer-Prize winning books. I was a teaching assistant for Wilson when I was a grad student, and found him kind and amiable.

But as he gets older, Wilson seems to me to be getting more concerned with securing his place in scientific history—a place that is already secured—by attacking one of the most fruitful and innovative theories in modern evolutionary biology: inclusive fitness (sometimes called “kin selection”). I’ve written about Wilson and his colleagues’ scientific errors on this site (some of the links are here), and about Nowak, Tarnita and Wilson’s paper in Nature that argues against kin selection’s importance in the evolution of “eusociality” (the division of labor among castes and the presence of queens and sterile workers seen in ants, bees, and other hymenopterans). Wilson et. al broach instead the importance of “group selection” in the evolution of these phenomena. I saw, and still see, that paper as misguided, its theoretical basis flawed, and I find little evidence for their preferred mechanism of group selection as a promoter of adaptations in nature.

There is, however, one recent paper in Nature by Jonathan Pruitt and Charles Goodnight that claims to provide evidence for group selection in colonial spiders. I haven’t yet had time to read it, but note that the University of Vermont’s announcement of their faculty’s research characterizes it this way: “Nature paper provides first-ever field evidence of controversial ‘group selection'”.  But if group selection is so important, why do we lack evidence for it? I’m willing to believe that there are cases of selection among groups in the wild (it is hard to demonstrate), but I’m not about to say they are pervasive until I have some evidence for their ubiquity. (That’s the same way I feel about God: theoretically possible but not demonstrated.) There are, after all, good theoretical reasons why group selection should be less common, and less efficacious, than the form of individual selection characterized in Dawkins’s metaphor as “the selfish gene.”

But now Wilson, who always struck me as a courtly man, a gentleman of the Southern stripe, has now overstepped his bounds and insulted a distinguished colleague, as reported in a new Guardian piece,”Biological warfare flares up again between E. O. Wilson and Richard Dawkins“. Of course, as the Guardian notes, Dawkins had some strong scientific criticisms of Wilson’s book The Social Conquest of Earth, a book I also criticized  heavily in The Times Literary Supplement (no free link available). And Dawkins was also a critic, as was I, of the Nowak, Tarnita, and Wilson Nature paper, which simply failed to show that the relatedness between social insects was irrelevant to the evolution of their eusociality. There is in fact, evidence for the opposite conclusion. But scientific criticism is no reason to denigrate someone’s abilities or mischaracterize their career. From the Guardian:

The war of words between the biologists EO Wilson and Richard Dawkins has reignited after the Harvard professor described his Oxford counterpart as a “journalist”.

In an interview with Evan Davis on BBC2’s Newsnight to promote his latest book, Wilson was asked about his differing view of natural selection compared with that of Dawkins.

Wilson answered: “There is no dispute between me and Richard Dawkins and there never has been, because he’s a journalist, and journalists are people that report what the scientists have found and the arguments I’ve had have actually been with scientists doing research.”

No dispute? Of course there’s a dispute. What Wilson means is this: “Dawkins’s criticisms don’t count because he’s only a journalist and not a scientist.”

Shortly after the programme was broadcast, Dawkins tweeted: “I greatly admire EO Wilson & his huge contributions to entomology, ecology, biogeography, conservation, etc. He’s just wrong on kin selection.”

A second tweet said: “Anybody who thinks I’m a journalist who reports what other scientists think is invited to read The Extended Phenotype.”

Wilson’s remarks are simply unfair, inaccurate, and uncharitable. While Dawkins doesn’t do actual experiments, he does expand the boundaries of science in two ways: by explaining its results to laypeople, but importantly, as in The Extended Phenotype, offering new theories and new ways to think about old observations. That is science, and it’s far more than just “journalism.” Few journalists work out the details and implications of natural selection in the way Dawkins has.  And Dawkins’s criticisms of Wilson are scientific ones; how often do you see journalists do that? In fact, journalists like Jonah Lehrer who reported on the “kin selection” dustup didn’t offer any of their own analyses of the issues, because they’re didn’t have the training or understanding to do so (see my take on Lehrer’s flawed reportage here; I believe that Carl Zimmer, who does know a lot about science, did proffer some accurate criticisms).

The Guardian goes on:

. . . Wilson was asked about his current views on the concept of a selfish gene, to which he replied: “I have abandoned it and I think most serious scientists working on it have abandoned it. Some defenders may be out there, but they have been relatively or almost totally silenced since our major paper came out.”

Abandoning “the selfish gene” is the same as abandoning natural selection on genes and individuals! Does Wilson really want to do that? Does he not think that Darwin’s characterization of how species evolve is completely wrong? If he does, then he’s flirting with being a crank. The “selfish gene” is simply a way at looking at how selection operates among different forms of genes and on the carriers of those genes.

The Guardian continues:

The paper [Wilson] referred to was a 2010 study published in Nature entitled The evolution of eusociality.

Dawkins later posted a third tweet with a link to his devastating Prospect magazine review of Wilson’s 2012 book The Social Conquest of Earth, which he described as “a brief account of EO Wilson’s misunderstanding of kin selection theory”.

The final paragraphs read: “Edward Wilson has made important discoveries of his own. His place in history is assured, and so is Hamilton’s. Please do read Wilson’s earlier books, including the monumental The Ants, written jointly with Bert Hölldobler (yet another world expert who will have no truck with group selection).

“As for the book under review, the theoretical errors I have explained are important, pervasive and integral to its thesis in a way that renders it impossible to recommend. To borrow from Dorothy Parker, this is not a book to be tossed lightly aside. It should be thrown with great force. And sincere regret.”

In other words, Dawkin’s criticisms of Wilson are purely scientific, though forceful, but Dawkins, as usual, takes care to praise Wilson’s genuine (and multifarious) accomplishments. Wilson does no such thing; he just dismisses Dawkins as a journalist. (Journalism, of course, can be an honorable profession in its own right.)

I wish Wilson would think harder about his dismissal of conventional natural selection and kin selection (which is just a subset of natural selection, though Wilson denies that). I’m not sure why Ed is going this route after a lifetime of accomplishment and honors (he’s the only scientist I know who has two Pulitzer Prizes). But I do know that some of his colleagues, including both Bert Hölldobler (Wilson’s closest collaborator) and Bob Trivers, have tried without luck to correct Wilson’s thinking. If Wilson can’t stop touting a misguided theory of natural selection, at least he can stop calling Dawkins a “journalist,” for crying out loud. There is no need to be personal—and rude.

h/t: Anne M.

 

Readers’ childhood plushies

November 7, 2014 • 5:37 am

For today I’m going to hold back on the “Readers’ wildlife photos” to replace them with a one-off feature (actually, I have two more bears to be shown later): “Readers’ plush toys.” To put this up brings me great joy.

A few days ago I asked readers to “Bring out your teds”—that is, to provide a picture of a childhood toy animal that had remained with them, along with a few words on each. It turns out that some readers, overwhelmed by nostalgia, could not produce just a few words, but gave a brief essay instead. That’s fine, for I now realize that these animals are to many readers what a madeleine was to Proust.

So, enjoy a baker’s dozen of plushsies. (Two more bears are on tap for the weekend.)

First, reader Dorsa Amir sends “A Persian teddy bear”:

This is my teddy bear “Khersi” (خرسی), (meaning “Bear-y” in Farsi). This little guy was my companion back in Tehran, and when we made the move to the US in ’97, he was among the few possessions I brought with me. If I recall correctly, he also used to have a little blue t-shirt that was lost at some point in ’95. In one of my earliest memories, I’m crying and upset for some unrelated reason, so I grab Khersi and throw him against the wall. I immediately feel so guilty that I start crying again. For the following decade (and honestly, up until today), I regularly feel bad about doing that.
This morning, I asked my mom to send me a photo of him (he’s back at home), and she sent me the following photo shoot [JAC: I’ve chosen one photo]:

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Diana MacPherson had a turtle!

I had a teddy when I was a kid but it was my mom’s teddy George & he resides with her. My favourite toy was this Yertle the Turtle and he is really worn. I’ve had him for just over 40 years and my mom bought him from a variety store near our apartment. When I got him (I think for Xmas), I threw my doll—rather unceremoniously I’m told—out of her doll bed and put Yertle in it. When I got clothes for my dolls, I exclaimed (and my mother still tells this story) “Oh good, clothes for Yertle!”. His nose is messed up because I dropped him a lot & my dad had to glue him. The fabric has also fallen apart so his arms are a mess. He has a pull string that says several things but it sounds pretty garbled now. One of the things he says, in a shaky voice is “Do you like turtle soup?” He also says “I’m fond of my pond”.

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In response to my email: “That’s one debilitated turtle!”, Diana replied:

I know, he’s been through the wars and I was always so careful with my toys! I remember I used to talk to him all the time. I suspect my parents owning a tortoise when I was a kid (and the had the tortoise until my late 30s) had some sort of influence over my love of Yertle. I just thought he was the perfect toy.

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From reader Kit (“Don’t call me Amy”) Predergast:

I am Kit (preferred name, real name Amy but god forbid anyone who refers to me by my ‘real’ name ;p) Prendergast, a qualified zoologist and conservation biologist from the University of Western Australia. I present to you my dear toy panda, who I have had since I was a mere two days old and was about the same size as she is! Her name is “Panda”…original I know, but in my defense, firstly I clearly was unable to name her myself, being a mere babe when I received her, and whilst I attempted to give her a ‘real’ name numerous times during my early years, the name “Panda” stuck. Furthermore, at least it is taxonomically accurate (vs. giving a name to cats with stripes Tigers and any animal that is black and white ‘Panda’) and likely speeded my ability when a little kit to recognise species of animals (as opposed to children who may learn that based on the name of their early toys, real bears are a Teddy species, and real dogs are species of Rovers).

Panda has always been one of my dearest cuddle buddies and despite her now wonky nose, derpy eyes, and her fur that has turned a bit yellow with age, I still think she is the best 🙂

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My brother-in-law Bob reminded me that my own teddy bear (Toasty; see here) had a sort-of wife, my sister’s bear named, of course, Mrs. Toasty. But Toasty and his spouse never had a happy relationship, as I took every opportunity to besmirch and mistreat my sister’s toy. Here’s “Mrs. Toasty”:
What is a picture of Toasty and Tiger without Mrs. Toasty?  She attended many teddy bear picnics with Toasty over the years; she even made an appearance at Jerry’s 60th birthday party in Boston, several years ago, with Jerry’s nephew, Steven.
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From reader “rickflick”:
This is “Rabbit”.  I think my brother and I had so many toys that we were running out of creative names. I had this rabbit, along with a vast menagerie, collected by my brother and me when we were kids.  This may be the last one in existence.  We used them as characters in play dramas, and each had a definite personality.  Usually the dramas were court cases or other disputes where  there could be winners and losers.  Since I was older, I usually won.
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From reader Ann:
I was so envious to see you still have your beloved childhood teddy (and tiger). In 1953, shortly after I was born, my dad returned from a New York business trip with a Steiff tabby cat from FAO Schwarz, the big toy store on Fifth Avenue.  I am sure it was an unusually extravagant purchase for him. It was one of the floppy, “sleeping animals” and had the trademark “Knopf im Ohr”. “Toy Kitty”, as it was dubbed, was genderless from what could be discerned.
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From reader Su Gould:

My mother’s bear, given to her when she was 40yrs old by her sister. (I inherited it.) It is a Korean bear, 28″ inches high. When my university kept cutting back the staff in my office, I brought it in for three weeks to work the front reception desk.

I meant this mainly as a form of “administrator shaming,” but it actually worked out well, as people did stop when they saw the bear. Bear is very polite and official looking. (Bear is now 45 yrs old, and looks as good as she ever did.)
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From reader Christina, whose teddy was besmirched by a d*g!:
I got my teddy for my first Christmas and he’ll be turning 27 this year. He came with me to college and grad school, sleeping in my bed until I moved in with my then boyfriend/now husband. The top of his hat was tragically eaten by a d*g at a sleepover while I was in elementary school and his plastic heart is located closer to his butt nowadays due to 27 years of fluff disintegration, but he will always hold a special place in my heart and on my shelf.
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From our own Matthew Cobb:
Here are pictures of my Teddy, who’s just called Teddy. I have had him for over 55 years, maybe since I was born – not sure. My sister Liz  made him the tartan trousers when I was very young – never known him without them. He has got a bit battered – his eyes were bits of brown  glass stuck on very long rusty dangerous bits of wire, which were  shoved into his straw-packed head. They were removed, probably for safety reasons, long ago. Now he looks a bit blind. His paws were covered with some kind of fabric, but that obviously rotted and got replaced about 20 years ago by my mother, who looked after him until  about 10 years ago when I reclaimed him. My mum also did some brain surgery when, about 50 years ago, Teddy got left too close to a fire and suffered a nasty singe-based trepanation on the back of his head. She patched him up – not with vinegar and brown paper but with a piece of some old yellow curtains. He’s not very cuddly (the straw is very solid), nor very flexible, and  is getting rather threadbare (threadbear) but I suppose that’s also a  description of his owner. . .
From Leslie Brunetta:

This is my ted, whose name, of course, is Teddy. He was given to me on Christmas 1960, when I was about 6 months old. Home movie evidence shows that I started chewing on his plastic ears immediately, with who knows what eventual impact on my long-term health. He still has a shredded label, crediting his creation to the Knickerbocker Toy Co. Further, the label advertises that he was made under “Sanitary Mfg. Conditions” and was part of the Animals of Distinction collection—“Eyes Locked In” (not in his case), “Filled with Feather Foam” (not sure what kind of bird grows that), “Non-toxic, Non-allergic, Odorless” (which maybe shows that late-1950s, early-1960s parents were no less neurotic than my generation of parents).

It’s a good thing Teddy was/is washable. The Frankenstein-monster-like zipper on his back (which complements the visible stitching attaching his neck to his body and the cattle-ranch-type brands “KNICK” under his chin and “1957” on his neck), used to hold in a wind-up music box. It fell victim to a childhood bout of stomach flu.

I loved Teddy when I was a kid. I never saw him as strange, and I don’t remember any other kids who saw him finding him strange. My own kids and their friends have always found him and his face to be deeply creepy. Maybe it’s the eyebrows.

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Three more to go. Heather Bernard was one of only two readers who provided us with “then” and “now” pictures of her with her bear, Winnie the Pooh:

I took my bear with me everywhere – we traveled a lot, and Pooh has been to Greece, England, Scotland, Italy, Russia, Mongolia, Guatemala, the Panama Canal, and probably some places I’m forgetting.

The first picture is Pooh with my brother and me in 1966; I’m not sure what airport.

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And then a picture today – Pooh has a treasured place in his own chair.  He looks like a weary traveler – I don’t dare remove the red tape (my long-ago attempt to patch him up).

I’m looking forward to reading other stories – I’m glad I’m not the only one who keeps my old bear!

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Reader “Alektrophile” (aka Luca) has another “then” and “now’ pair:

In response to your request for photos and stories about favourite teddies, I thought I’d send you two of my own special stuffed animal, a cat as it happens. Miao the cat was the first Christmas present I ever received, given to me when I was only a few months old, just over 40 years ago. Of all the stuffed animals and other toys I had as a child, Miao is the only one I kept, having been by far my favourite, an inseparable companion for many years. Indeed, many of my childhood photos feature my stuffed cat as well, including the first one below, taken when Miao and I were three.

I am afraid I don’t have or remember any particularly funny stories regarding my stuffed cat, although Miao has the distinction of having been baptized by me with holy water (I sneaked into the local parish church to “borrow” some when I was 6 or 7; nominally Catholic, I had the vague notion that holy water was magic in some way or other and, more importantly, useful against vampires and witches, so it couldn’t hurt to sprinkle some on Miao just in case).

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The second photo, one I just took, shows my stuffed cat today, still in pretty good shape (missing eye and minor surgical interventions notwithstanding) and enjoying occasionally being taken for walks and chosen over newer stuffed animals for naps by the next generation, aged 4 and 1.

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 Reader Leo Glenn apparently is not too fond of his bear!

There’s not much of a story associated with this bear, other than I had a great many stuffed animals as a child, which I used to play with in a closet under the stairs (a la Harry Potter), and this was the only one I didn’t like. Truth be told, I was a little afraid of it, with the strange blotches and eerie, orange eyes. I usually buried it at the back of the pile.Imagine my surprise when, after 30-odd years, my sister returned it to me. She had kept it all that time, somehow thinking it was a favorite of mine. I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. It’s odd, but childhood feelings tend to linger into adulthood–I still don’t like looking at it, but somehow can’t bring myself to throw it away.

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I’m so happy we have bears from all over.  Two conclusions: plushies tend to be seen as male, and the names bestowed by kids are not terribly creative. Oh, and bears are family members in only a slightly lesser way than are live pets.
If you have a bear or other childhood toy, send it along and perhaps I’ll do another feature in the future.

Friday, Hili dialogue

November 7, 2014 • 3:40 am

Hili wants some special noms for shabbos (my father also used to refer to our dinner hams as “a good kosher ham”!)

Malgorzata: Enough of this work! Let’s go and make supper.
Hili: OK, for you, whatever–and a big chunk of kosher ham for the Editor-in-Chief!

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In Polish:
Małgorzata: Starczy tej pracy, idziemy zrobić kolację.
Hili: Dobrze, dla was cokolwiek, a dla Naczelnej duży kawał koszernej szynki.

Read The Rules

November 6, 2014 • 4:14 pm

. . . which are found on the sidebar of this site, called, in Chicago argot, “Da Roolz” (also here).  First-time commenters seem to be wading in these days oblivious to the conventions and strictures of this site, including committing the cardinal sin of incivility toward the host and other commenters.  Treat this place as if you’re talking to me and the other commenters in, say, a living room.  If you’re uncivil, depending on how uncivil you are, I’ll either ask for an apology or summarily boot your tuchus out.  If you’re asked for an apology, tender one, and not a “notapology,” either.

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