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Do ‘conservative’ papers ever hire liberals for ‘balance’? I sorta think they don’t, and nobody ever thinks that should be redressed. It’s only the papers people think of as liberal that wingnut have to be courted.

I believe that Sean Spicer is honestly mystified at the objection to his statement. I believe he honestly thinks that all the people Hitler gassed were *not* his people. Everybody knows Jews aren’t anybody’s people, right? They are the archetypal ‘other.’

*shrug* Breast tissue is mostly fat. Fat floats in water. So, either your breasts are particularly lean, or maybe you have implants, which (either saline or silicon) have the same density as water, so no floating.

November 9th: I was in a cab driven by a man with a heavy west African accent. Who railed on at me about how the US needed to close its borders because we can’t afford schools for all the immigrants. I mean, what do you say? ‘Um, dude, that means you, you know.’ But nope. The posted signs can’t possibly be directed at

This overlooks, I think, the critical problem: eliminating binary award categories halves the number of statues pretty performing people give to each other!

See, high cut legs work well for me, ass and all. I think it’s the way my hip bones are attached to my pelvis. Granny panties and boy shorts, on the other hand? Misery and camel toe.

They do not have a wee-dye. Propaganda.

I once bought a gorgeous chevron striped one piece, with corset lacing up the front. I looked so good in that suit, I amazed myself. And then I went in the pool, and my boobs went all akimbo. Floated right damn outta the suit. Nothing to be done, no tit-wrangling would get them back covered as long as I was in water.

And then? Put him in front of a 30K-people rally, all of whom are chanting Sin-gle Pay-er! [clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!] Sin-gle Pay-er! [clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!] 

Some coworkers left one of those pink “while you were out” slips for my boss. The caller was “Dick Gazinya.” When boss returned from lunch and saw the slip, he burst into our bullpen waving the paper and demanding “Who’s Dick Gazinya!?!” I believe we didn’t get any work done the rest of the day, we laffed so hard.

I’m perfectly okay with having blood drawn. I donate, I’m fascinated by watching the bag/vial fill up. Doesn’t ever hurt, I’m good. I’m not the least bit nervous or put off by any of it, even when they have to poke around because my veins move some.

I have an audio book of a bunch of RADA alums reading Shakespeare sonnets. I have to draw the blinds when Rickman comes through my headphones with “My Mistress’s Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun.” In a whisper. Picture that for a minute: Rickman whispering poetry into your ears.

I was once addressed as “domina” (i.e. latin for aristo lady person) by a dishy flight attendant; I’m pretty sure the seat is still wet. You can ma’am me all day long, fella. I’m into it.

Is it that they care more or that they’re acculturated to do so and are socially penalized if they don’t? Or, you know, both.

The cat who lived downstairs from me liked me pretty well. She’d come bounding out from behind the house when I got home, and if the wind was blowing in the wrong direction and she didn’t hear the car, I could make her appear by jangling my keys once. She’d come upstairs, do perimeter reconnaissance, and sit with me

I don’t get why ‘you may be flying in first class’ means ‘dress up.’ Since when do 1st class passengers dress any better than the rest of the huddled coach masses? I mean, in 2017. My mom made my sibs and I dress in brand new Sunday clothes on our first flight, but that was 19fucking70.

I’ve been agitating for “Low Rider” as a processional, and “Shock the Monkey” as a recessional. People keep thinking I’m kidding. I’m not kidding.

Agreed. Boyega is SUCH the best choice. Maybe he’d’ve won if he’d done Neeson’s speech?

Please. The only thing to do with leftover rice is cover it with a white wine-infused cheese sauce and bake for a half hour.

Not to mention the shit they’ll have to eat from all the border-adjacent property owners, who will have something to say about Eminent Domain taking their land for a wall, eliminating their water access.