I know, right? What if I have the flu, or I'm away on a business trip? Can I have one of my neighbors do it for me while I'm away, like watering the plants?

That's so cute, what you think journalism is.
For someone to speak truth to power, many many others must first speak only for the power.
Sadly there are/have always been more Rovells than Bernsteins/Greenwalds. Always will be.
Rovell is a sad sack of shit, but he's waving at his fellow alumni from his '14 Mercedes,…

"Rovell gets it. People want to see big markets and big brands and he attaches himself to them like any smart person would. I he did something else, I'd say he's a stupid Midwesterner."

This would all be okay if Rovell were an agent or a manager or a talk-show host or anything else. But he's a journalist (or supposed to be). The fact he does his job with such complete and shameless disdain for what journalism is supposed to be about is why he's a living-breathing example of everything that's wrong…

Seriously guys, this is a pretty common occurrence. I mean, 'Former Bear Reveals Secrets' was the keynote speech at the Pray Yourself Straight conference I was at on Saturday.

"The bastard never saw it coming."

You are a wonderful flower.

Well, it's not particularly mean, but it seemed like the adjectives you used to describe the writer's piece were in fact more apt to describe what you yourself had written (the icing on the cake being your mischaracterization of the Narcissus myth). Over-long, self-indulgent, pablum, tripe, navel-gazing,…

So tell me all you know about the author's family, the cultural space he occupies, and his heritage. I would say you know exactly as much as bith of us read in the story, which is practically zero. You don't know how his life is and you don't get to tell anyone about their culture. I made no assumptions about you. You…

Actually, this isn't exactly true most animal management people view Bush meat as a bigger threat to survival than Ivory.

Fish Dicks! What a fucking tool he is.

I consider it my weekly (or monthly) zen practice.

This is exactly why I can't be an escort. Just the sight of those loons make my blood boil.

I'm a clinic escort, and I can tell you that all the people who actively protest (as opposed to those who gather to pray, but don't otherwise try to harass or engage with patients) at my clinic are equally bananas.

I have to imagine whoever hacks my webcam will get bored pretty quickly. "I've been watching you smoke pot and cigarettes on your couch for the past five hours while you make friendship bracelets...what the fuck are you doing with your life?!"

My Yankees hatred is truly deep-seeded and probably chromosomal, but I cannot deny how sad of a day this is for baseball. We could only be so lucky to ever witness somebody as gifted and dominant as him take the mound again.

Well if Mariano cried then I have no problem admitting I totally lost my shit.

If you are distracted, you are doing it right. Just stick with it. It's the hyperawareness that will finally let you relax those weird places that you never thought you could relax, the back of the throat for instance. WTF.

That's what my boyfriend's been saying for years.

Adults who give a shit what other people don't get get on my nerves. What rotten, gossipy children they must have been.