And the cashier probably thought to himself:

Masculinity isn't that vulnerable. At least, not for some of us.

There are tons of pro-choice men. Polls I've seen show men to be about as pro-choice as women. When I was younger I had to spend a summer in a small town in Kentucky, one of the most boring places on Earth. I decided to spend some time volunteering by escorting women into a family planning clinic. Most of the people…

I started doing yoga several years ago after one of my favorite basketball players at the time, Antawn Jamison, said he took yoga to help him loosen his muscles and, thus, avoid muscle strains and tears. Since I play a lot of sports in my free time, I thought this would be a good idea. It works. I'm not a big fan of…

"And how about wee stop using "pussy" as a way to say someone is weak"

"people who go to yoga do not make assumptions about why other people are going to yoga."

Royals don't deserve attention and concern. It's that simple. This isn't like watching a bad movie or reading a trashy novel. The royals are a pampered and spoiled family of right-wing parasites. And for Americans, of all people, to care...

Not, it isn't.

Except it turns out that caring does get dangerously close to zero sum. Most people are not saints and thus not founts of endless amounts of concern for the welfare of their fellow creatures. None — or very, very, very few of us — are so generous that we give constantly of ourselves. You can concern yourself with the…

Weird and sad.

Try caring about people who need the concern of strangers. People who have great need in their lives. If there is one thing that inbred clan of right-wing halfwits does not need it's the kindness of strangers.

I only think I'm better than some people. And it's not a terribly great achievement to be better than that lot.

He'd hardly be the first male British royal to wear a dress.

You're mean. Sad, strange people actually care about this shit.

I made it thru the entire sentence, but being a person of manners, I gracefully ignored the fact that you admitted to watching any TLC show, much less one called Bringing Home Baby. Ignoring a faux pas like that one is what one does for the less cultured, less intelligent creatures one encounters through life's…

What else can I do when you leave me no choice?

I know you don't. I understand that many of you look at your lives and conclude, perhaps reasonably, that there is nothing there that matters so much as the birth of a child you will never know to a family you will never meet.

I think you missed the comedy, MadPiglet. The comedy is that anyone cares at all. Sorry I wasn't around to trade witticisms, but I spent my weekend boating off Long Island instead of waiting around for some kid to be born.

Depends on the party. If the party is mostly dateless losers pining after a child that isn't theirs and a family that should mean nothing to them, I suppose I am that person.

Hit a bit too close to home, eh? Instead of getting annoyed when someone points out the emptiness of celebrity worship, you could try just owning it. Or changing your life for the better. Your choice, of course. I don't care enough to bother you further about it.