As I learned from scotch school in Scotland, there are a slew of flavor compounds in scotch whiskey that are water soluble, i.e. you won’t taste them *without* the addition of H20.

As I learned from scotch school in Scotland, there are a slew of flavor compounds in scotch whiskey that are water…

Naw, I’d blame the planet for being so water-dense that life forms require liquids to sustain themselves. Of course you had to pee!

You wouldn’t even need to be a tenth as harsh to have their worlds collapse. Nothing is as tender as the feefees of the privileged.

I suspect that peer pressure would keep prankster boys from pulling the ‘girl for a day’ nonsense. That, and having to come in close contact with girls who may, on any given day, be menstruating. If the Red Menace isn’t scary enough, the prospect of one’s anxious-masculinity-prone circle of friends being convinced…

I remember (a long time ago!) when Plano, TX had a rash of teenage suicides. At a high school football game shortly thereafter, the opposing crowd held up a banner: “Kill Plano — Before they Kill Themselves!”

Yeah, dudes have a fixation on hierarchy that ladies tend not to, so all kinds of things have to be so organized. Ladies will discuss, men will rank. Deborah Tannen writes a lot about this.

I loved Ritter’s performance, especially all the dripping sarcasm. But it occurs to me as I type it that there are a lot of people who aren’t wired to discern that, so maybe that’s why they find the characterization flat?

I smile brightly, put both hands up in a defensive ‘stop’ position and say, “No Hugs Today!” The friendly smile sells it, people assume I’m infectious or something.

My favorite Vlad the Impaler story: One night, the castle was visited some traveling holy men, as was the custom for Princes to show hospitality to travelers. Vlad met the visitors and informed them that hats were not to be worn at his banquet. The holy men demurred, saying that their religion required wearing hats…

After Michelle O’s speech yesterday, I did a little mental exercise. I jotted down the times in my life when I’ve been preyed upon by some douchenozzle or other. Excluding catcalling (because: fuuuuuck), I got over a dozen in about 3 minutes. Some were acquaintances, some colleagues, some strangers. And I haven’t…

Yes! (Although I like it in 3-part harmony better...)

Part of me is continuously horrified by the accusations/testimonies as they pile up. Part of me keeps hearing “Never gon’ be President nowwwww” in a loop in my head. Which helps!

The entire opening block of LO’D’s show was tremendous last night. I’m especially pleased that he resisted putting a man on the panel “for balance”, because that is not the voice we need on this subject. We need to hear from women.

Which is why it was a crying shame that all of her dialogues was looped over by Glenn Close in that Tarzan movie she did back in the day.

Fun fact: Kenneth Branagh was thisclose to being cast as Mozart. Only at the very last minute they decided to go with an American. KB didn’t hold a grudge, though; he cast Hulce in his Frankenstein remake.

So right. Everyone knows that boys should never face consequences of sexual activity, and girls always should (and forever!)

I’ve always said that Redford was way too pretty to play Bob Woodward, but nobody ever listened. Because men all imagine they look like Redford anyway, even when they look like Woodward.

Shit, all I want is a car whose shoulder belt fits over my tits without decapitating me. Why is that too much to ask?!?

When she talked about how Malia would always talk policy at the dinner table, I actually got excited. Obama ‘36!

Same after 9/11. All the small towns with a water tower were clamoring for anti-terror money, and got it. Because Heartland something something.