“There’s dishes in the back, he’s got to roll up his sleeves, but while you all washing watch him, he’s going to make a Mercedes Benz out of that Datsun. He’s got ambition, baby, look at his eyes. This week it’s mopping floors, next week it’s the fries.”

“Fuck, I was going to petition my government for the redress of grievances, but since two other guys already did it, I guess I should shut up now.”

Is it even possible to punch yourself in the helmet so hard the translated force knocks someone else out, but not you?

I dunno, I think if you enable and tolerate this level of racism around you, you’re a racist.

I’m a little surprised that Yoko Ono — who had to deal with an incredible amount of condescending, sexist crap around her relationship with John — didn’t raise a woke-r bae.

I almost feel sorry for someone who would do something like this. They must have been raised by wolves who were also abusive narcissistic drunks.

Two words for Timmy: 1. Dennis 2. Eckersley.

My grade is up to, like, 85 percent. Which I guess means I’m more down than Voldemort with a Tan.

I don’t think people see it as incestuous; it’s transgressive IN THIS CULTURE to act out sexually in front of your kids, even if your kids aren’t participants.

John Doe, Jane Doe, Richard Roe, Jane Roe: All names lawyers commonly use for anonymous plaintiffs and defendants. See: Roe v. Wade.

Sorry, you can’t get inside James Harden’s head because James Harden’s head is a fortress.

Awesome historical adventure novelist Dorothy Dunnett named her sons Mungo and Ninian after Scottish saints.

BrightEyes speaks for me,

Remember Jay Smooth having to let Nancy Giles know, “I’m actually black” while they were discussing Starbucks’ “Let’s Talk About Race” campaign?

That’s amazing. I came home once and found an anonymous death threat on my answering machine. Called the cops. They were like “Eh, it happens; what do you want us to do about it? Maybe you should change your phone number.”

Agree; it really looks like a prop belly.

Accuracy counts: I said culture hasn’t shifted THAT much since 1996, not that it hasn’t shifted at all.

That would be telling. Let’s just say I had my graduate degree, was on my third career and had bought a house.

Heh. But seriously, by 1996 Susan Brownmiller and Andrea Dworkin and Michael Parenti had been discussing rape culture — and taking a lot of very public shit for it — for 20 years. Date rape and marital rape were commonly understood concepts. We had seen “She’s Gotta Have It” and “The Color Purple” and “Olenna” and the…

And Oh My God culture has not shifted THAT much on rape since 1996. We are not talking 1896 here.