What an appallingly narcissistic post. Yes, Angela, what happened at that Bronx hospital is all about you and your puerile identity politics. Shut. Up.

Overall excellent selections to define the term, muddied every so slightly by the inclusion of Drake and Zayn Malik, a dribbling doofus and a perpetual tween-ager, respectively.

Bald-shaming is never OK.

A long-winded way of explaining what most people already know: A vast, corrupt government bureaucracy that answers to no one but itself.

This is disrespectful, plain and simple. For whatever purposes — click bait, fomenting unfounded outrage, whatever — you have broadcast the horror and pathos of Ms Hines final moments for crass mass consumption. Now, that giant portrait of the beautiful Ms Hines you ran at the top of this post will be forever…

Monique, for all her charms, is a consistently slovenly writer.

That isn’t the implication at all. But, hey, up is down, right is left, and it’s all good if you know what you mean, even if no one else does.

Death to Taco Bell. Please.

So you’re fine with felonies, just not the posting of them. Got it.

“I can’t help but wonder when these kids are going to learn that recording and posting your felonies online is never a good idea. It just makes it easier for you to be caught and prosecuted.”

That’s cool. I still love you.

I’m sorry I had to drop our exchange. We — my poor tool of a partner and I — went out for dinner and a movie, or, as you would have it: I descended, savior-like, from my heavenly perch of entitlement and privilege to slum it, marching forth among the unenlightened to illuminate by my superior example, cloaked in the…

That’s depressing.

All those words just so much defensive, possibly hateful, projection. One fucked up cliche of woke posturing with the usual unfounded, puerile psychoanalysis thrown in. Like you know me. The only “statement” people make with their healthy relationships beyond acting on mutual attraction and affection is what others,…

You took that shit way into your own distorted thoughtscape. An irrational, illogical extrapolation of what I said. People fall in love. They make love. They make babies. The more that false social barriers between races come down — and over the long haul, let’s hope they do — the more simple human nature will dictate…

Ridiculous. You’re going to base that assertion on a comment by a libertarian shock jock — the Limbaugh of the Left? My partner and I have been together for 17 years; in that time, neither one of us has uttered that word, or ever come close. It isn’t nor has it ever been part of our lexicon, from birth. Ditto for all…

I hope that’s an attempt at humor.

I need Preston Mitchum to tell me what to make of this.

I’m sorry but I don’t understand what you’re talking about. You seem a bit emotional. Just because I’m uncomfortable with the destruction of an artist’s work doesn’t mean I personally respond positively to or enjoy partaking of every piece of art ever produced. There’s taste, and there’s principle.

Not really. I was thinking more of extant art and literature that addresses the holocaust. ... As you can see from the ensuing back-and-forth, I stand, rather alone, in the belief that artists have a right to fail, as much as to succeed. First Amendment and all that.