Mark, I believe you are the person who got me out of the greys on this site, and I will always remember you fondly for that. And, for taking your lovely husband to some gross film that he gamely endured. I’ll post my black Jezebel comments and think about you, because I’m still in the fucking greys on every other…

This needs more stars. It encapsulates the ludicrousness of the anti-choice argument perfectly.

Jesus on a stick.

This makes me want to curse and scream at the injustice of it all. I’m very sorry about your friend.

When I get to “liberal media,” I stop reading.

GODDAMMIT WHY DID I CLICK THAT. JUST WHY.

Attorney here, but I don’t do this kind of work. I assume this is posturing on Winston’s part, since having an actual trial would be a nightmare for him. I’m sure his victim would relish the opportunity to present her side with a lower burden of proof than in the criminal case.

I would hug you if I could. That’s crappy.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Your move, dad.

My father, who loves me more than anything, and is the loveliest person in the world along with my biggest supporter, can also hew me in half unintentionally.

Oof. I’m An Old, so a couple of things stick out to me. I was bused in high school across town to an unfamiliar school. This was 1979-80 and I was part of the forced desegregation movement. I get my first crush on a sophomore. We were in marching band together. I only had a few friends, consisting of the other bused…

Thanks, and thanks! I assumed it was said in fun.

#NotAllAttorneys! Court-appointed defense attorney here working with families involved with Child Protective Services. You’re either calm, kind, and compassionate (with good boundaries) or you are washed out immediately.

I’m almost there. Next June. Here I come.

• Wear burnt orange or I’ll start calling you Bevo.

This. My now-adult stepdaughter was this way as a child. It drove me batshit crazy. Planning meals when the kids were with us was a nightmare. My daughter, who is a few years older, ate just about anything. She was introduced to a wide variety of foods and was a good eater.

I was scanning the article quickly chanting, “let it be the dude...let it be the dude...”

It’s difficult to find the words to express how much I enjoy Midweek Madness. Which is saying something, since I’m a lawyer and get paid to speak about random shit off the cuff.

Saturday when Texas beat Oklahoma. They were burnt-orange tears of joy.

No St. Germain with white wine? FUCK YOU