Somehow, I think he would still deflect the blame.

Sometimes, to get through nasty situations, I secretly imagine myself as a Vulcan. It helps me stay, as you say, cold and calm.

American citizen here, born in Europe, and now seriously considering going through the red-tape nightmare of getting an EU citizenship.

Coal mining jobs are the only ones worth protecting, apparently.

I'm genuinely curious as to why you believe this. Can you point me to a single instance (as reported by any source, not limited to the mainstream media) of Clinton questioning Obama's place of birth?

How anyone who claims to value honesty could stand behind a man who lies continuously and baldly ("Hillary started the birther movement," etc. etc.) is a paradox beyond my comprehension.

I have never been more ashamed of us.

It's also missing "Something I Can Never Have." Hopefully we'll get a more complete soundtrack when the season's over.

Again, no problem with her nudity or partial nudity, and I understand the importance of showing the tattoo. I just don't think this strictly requires either the male-gaze framing or the immediate discussion of her desirability.

No. The issue is the context. She could have been fully clothed and I still would have rolled my eyes at "female character introduced via banter about her fuckability." I understand the importance of showing the tattoo; it just seems like they went with a lazy way of doing so.

She also had a brief, but particularly gross, relationship with Marilyn Manson. I'm not proud that I know this.

Agreed. If I can move past, for example, Orson Scott Card being a raging homophobe, I can move past Maynard being a bit of a snoot.

I'm in sort of the opposite camp, in that I absolutely love Tool, but Maynard strikes me as pretentious and self-serious.

In boarding school, I was once pinned in the corner of a dorm room by an unhinged, scissor-wielding frenemy intent on chopping off my long hair—particularly terrifying for a girl who, at the time, felt that this was her lone attractive quality. I should have tried to stab that harpy in the gut. Instead I froze up, and…

I'm pretty sure I gradually converted a bottle of gin entirely into water through this process at some point in my teens.

*flicks pickle juice onto your sandwich*

Sometimes I amuse myself by imagining Trump letting down his long, wispy Rapunzel locks at night.

Well, any female who meets his aesthetic approval. If you're not sufficiently fuckable you're a pig, an object of scorn.

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