Here's what's missing from that story, Anna: any comment from an alleged perpetrator or their legal reps saying they do not wish to comment, or the standard disclaimer saying they could not be reached for comment, despite repeated attempts. (And they are still alleged, having not been proved guilty in a court of…

I covered the president in a nice dark wash. I had no idea I'd be doing it that day. I wear a decent top. You want pretty or you want news?

Decent jeans or pants, a decent top. I would not wear a suit to work unless I was covering, say, Congress EVERY DAY.

Oh, honey. I've got two networks under my belt. I've covered two presidential campaigns. I've covered several of the biggest stories of the last two decades. I prefer stories that are not press release handouts. Thanks for the advice, though. Covering the royal family might be the most boring thing on earth.

Not really. A scheduled event, sure. But let's say I'm an understaffed newsroom (hi, 2014) and I have to hit and run covering several things. Something like this, the reporter would probably be assigned to all day. But. Let's say something horrific happened next door and I have to hit that, too. I need to be…

The next time the camera pans out a Senate hearing look at the crew crouched under the witness desk to get their shots, look at them. You don't dress nice to crawl on the floor. A reporter/crew is not PART of the event; they are covering it.

As a reporter who wears jeans or the like to work every day because I never know if I'm covering a murder scene, a riot, a bridge shut down because of a gas tanker on fire, a court case, Ryan Seacrest, arson, a cop being shot, you get the idea, my response to this is fuck you princess and the hell over yourself.

You know, my brother-in-law installed a nightlight toilet seat, and I have to say: It's rather awesome.

Gone Cat

Keyboard Cat paved the road for this. #neverforget.

The wakes are better than the weddings! #irish

I'm in Queens now! I knew I was getting into something when I let a FUCK YOU LOOKIN AT out.

I've written about this before, most notaby on Tracey's accent thread, but I had to change my voice. Considerably. I'm a radio news anchor, and I had to lower my vocal register BIG TIME. I sounded like Barbie with a Boston accent when I was a teenager. Now, I sound like a female Edward R. Murrow. I can knock down…

So many people, so many lost limbs.

I extend to you the tax-free hand of friendship.

I will never disrespect Market Basket, as I worked in the bakery back in the day.

Jorts, Alf T-shirts, and a Red Sox cap. Full Disclosure: Massachusetts native, born inside 128.

New Hampshire: Home to cheap cigarettes and state liquor stores!

New Hampshire: Wear jorts or die.

New Hampshire is the South of the North. *runs*