I worked there many years ago after college, and some (not all!) of the professors were almost comically out-of-touch on issues relating to discrimination, inappropriate workplace conduct, etc.

I remember there was an episode of The Simpsons, way back in the early years, where a wall of Lenny’s house gets knocked down, revealing him sitting at his kitchen table eating straight out of a can. He says, “Please don’t tell anyone how I live.”

This is one of the best things I’ve read recently. By which I mean it is terrifying and yet totally believable.

We have family from Japan, and I have traveled there many, many times. I speak almost no Japanese — and never had a problem finding Japanese people who spoke enough basic English to help.

Well, most Japanese people speak at least some English. Also, maybe they assumed that there would be international coverage of these protests.

I laughed a little too hard at this. And I want to hear this fake story about the noseless guy with a sword.

Same. I love Susan Sarandon and wanted to assume that her daughter would be equally awesome. But each of the 2 posts I just read from her blog (the one about firing the first nanny, and the one about the sexting nanny) was so “poor me, I can’t believe this is happening when I am so grievously ill and working so very…

I just emailed Lands’ End. Although I’m embarrassed that my email puts the apostrophe in the wrong place (Land’s End), the basic gist of it was as follows:

I agree with all this. But also, Goop did recently insist that she was self-made, that she never took a penny from her parents after age 18, etc. It was totally on merit that she got cast in movies by her godfather “Uncle Steve” (Steven Spielberg) and other family friends.

I don’t know who you are, but the two posts I just read by you (this and the one about how Ted Cruz accessorizes) have made me so happy today.

Oh, that is sad. (I am injecting myself, uninvited, into this conversation because I live in NYC and — though I am aware of you only through this basically anonymous message board — it was a really nice thing to know that you lived in the same general vicinity as me.) I hope you end up someplace great.

I am very small too, and I have the same experience. It’s not just that people don’t move out of the way. If someone needs to get past a crowd or a group of people and has to push past someone in order to do so, he or she will always choose me — bumping into me or sometimes nearly bowling me over. (I never used to…

She and her mother both are wonderful. My reaction is partly shame that I haven’t accomplished anything like they have done (and about all the times I reacted emotionally to injustice without actually trying to take real action to address it), and partly exhilaration and hope. Because it is amazing to know that there…

Yes! I want to learn from her. The way she responded to the frustration expressed by her daughter (i.e., asking, “What are you going to do about it?”) is perfect. In those 8 words, she not only acknowledged how her daughter felt, but showed her daughter that she is capable of both (i) coming up with solutions and (ii)…

It’s one of the great pleasures of President Obama’s presidency to watch what happens when he extends his staggering charisma towards young people of color, and black kids specifically—

I feel the same way. I remember when he first entered the national consciousness, and — as great as I thought he was — I was convinced that he could never win. I actually cried from happiness in 2008 when he won, for so many reasons — partly because I was so proud of the country for doing something right, partly…

My daughter now occasionally says things like, “It’s K-k-k-ken! C-c-c-coming to k-k-k-kill me!” I have never been more proud.

I just watched that movie again with my daughter. (I fast-forwarded through a few parts because she is 9.) It’s as funny now as it was when I was a teenager. (I am old.)

This is some excellent sarcasm.

Thank you!