Before we had to fill out the online form, the form to enter the USA used to ask if we’d been involved in Nazi atrocities, as well as asking whether we were visiting terrorists. I think the Nazi bit has been updated now.

I’m a Brit. Vlad’s visit was in 2003, before any of us had figured out exactly what he was. He would be singularly unlikely to be offered the same again now.

Hearty recommendation also for Jon Ronson’s Them: Travels with Extremists. It was published in 2001, but it’s still extraordinarily relevant; he concentrates on the people on the fringes of the social, religious and political spectrum who have just become louder and louder and more mainstream in the period since 9/11.…

Quite. It’s why it’s very important that we retire calling genital mutilation “female circumcision”; the life-changing results simply aren’t comparable.

I just read about this story in the Washington Post, and whaddya know, the comment section is full of idiot menz shouting “WHY DOES THIS ONLY GET ATTENTION WHEN IT’S GIRLS? WHAT ABOUT THE FORESKIN?”

Me too! A friend sent me the original article a few hours ago, and I had serious, serious trouble reading past Shirtless Violin Narcissist’s (sorry, *Dr* SVN’s) picture. The whole thing is magnificent. Also, full head of hair my ass.

It has a Madeleine feel. Whoever wrote it deserves all the ice cream.

I’d reply, but the Pit of Infinitely Scrolling Articles has left me hopelessly confused about what I’m actually replying *to*.

Your step-MIL is not the person who’s coming across as toxic here.

JUST LAST NIGHT, I had a work dinner - alone! with the MD of another company. I did not see his penis. Later on, my husband picked me up.

I resorted to Dramamine when I first played Dishonored (not a VR game, but man, it made me sick). It *kind of* worked; I was able to play for longer than I would have been otherwise. I still gave up after about a week. Shame; it looked to be a great game.

I’m Asian, my husband’s white, and we have a nanny because we both work - from home some of the time, and some of the time from our offices. Our nanny is white. I will leave you to guess where *my* implicit bias placed my assumptions when I watched this.

There’s a supplier here - canakit.com. It’s the first thing on their front page.

Reading that made me do involuntary Kegels.

That is fucking disgusting.

The picture of an acceptable amount of cheese is making me cry.

I was invited to his summer event in 2014, the week he decided to try (and subsequently failed) to prise the unions’ control over the Labour party loose. Trust me. He did not smoulder.

You weren’t alone. I was sitting there with tears streaming down my face when the news here in the UK showed him getting into Marine One.

If you can manage to “accidentally” puke a little on one of them on the way past, it would not be wrong.

Ham and polyester.