That's no joke, SA.

I was a backup first-baseman for the NY Yankees in the 1920s. The guy in front of me played every gawddamn game. Every one. So one Tuesday afternoon I just went to Coney Island instead of the stadium. I mean, why bother?

But you're totally right: Everyone was pissed. Nothing to do. Still…

I'm wondering if the fact that it's so important to her to be hip and cool is the crux of her issue. If the millennials have any kind of art, music or writing she would like (doubtful, since she's clearly determined not to), they're not going to tell her about it. Because really, she's 46, and her lack of maturity…

I can't take the horrible grammar in their name...

Ebony and Ivory together in perfect harmony. Side-by-side on my cooling rack, why the frack can't we?

Post-structuralist academic nonsense. Nobody should read it unless they're being paid to (or hope to get a degree out of the process.) Seriously, the point seems to be to mutilate the language in the process of taking a straightforward idea and making it labyrinthine and take 20 pages to set out.

I can't tell you how often I walk into a grocery store and every person doing the stocking is male, every checkout person is female, and all the managers are male. And so many restaurants where the servers are white and the busBOYS are all hispanic males. These owners are engaging in a kind of discrimination that is…

The NERVE ENDINGS!

I am virtually the same age as her, and I thought the writing in Prozac Nation was devoid of wit or originality when it came out; the only reason it had any success was timing and marketing (she was young, pretty and happy to pose semi-nude). This has been borne out by all her writing since then, which has been…

First smile and nod, then back away slowly and gtfo!

He calls out 'Flipper, Flipper , you're smart as a doorknob

Is anyone else having a Breaking Bad party tomorrow? I've got blue Jolly Ranchers in little bags ready to devour.

So my weird coffee... strong with table cream and some honey. It's the bomb.

Cosmo can never again be like the HGB days. She was my secret aunt, the cool one.

I had the privilege of hearing her speak yesterday. It was a humbling experience, and made me realize how lucky I am, as a woman, to be receiving any education, let alone one at Harvard. She truly inspired me.

You might want to read up on some feminist theory if you believe that feminism is only about women making choices, especially if you think it is about accepting every single choice a woman makes, including the ones made while clearly being emotionally manipulated by a psychopathic husband/abuser. Also, fuck you.

I don't think my family has a coat of arms, if we do it's probably boring. But for fandom reasons I made one for a friend this summer:

some variation on this:

Hey, for every dude getting a tattoo of his family crest, that is one less guy getting a faux tribal tattoo around his arm, or some random Chinese symbols, and I think we can all agree that this is a good thing.

This one is mine - the mighty tuxie kitty.

There's a unicorn on my family's coat of arms. I think I'd keep it and add pizza.