And why are the mannequins’ bosoms unequally sized?

If by “off the record” he means “under the table”, then, okay, I buy it.

Who’s banning it? She’s free-speeching herself, calling out his free-speech. Working exactly as designed.

“Hey, who you gonna believe? Me, or Your Lyin’ Eyes?”

would have responded sooner except that it has taken me a few days to comprehend my shock and embarrassment.

If he’s stupid enough to think that VP is cutting the US payroll, and he certainly is, I just can’t.

There are lots of travel-footstools/pillows you could have to rest your feet on. Inflatable, non-inflatable, so many choices!

I’ve been making cauli-pot mash for years, since I saw Ariane Duarte do it for Martha Stewart on Top Chef season 5, so nearly 10 years ago. So Oprah’s jumping on my bandwagon, I guess.

Suggestion: Longbourn, by Jo Baker. The P&P story from the servants point of view. Well written (imo), and if imdb is to be believed, in development for a filmed treatment.

I want to be generous that Chelsea’s “Like who?” was meant to be a discussion spur and not a reflection of her own cluelessness, but...I’m not sure I have it in me.

No, of course not. He knew he would get away with sucking my fingers. So that’s what he did.

Yessir, that’s my Bibi!

True story: when I was first in the workforce in the early 80s, I worked for a bank. One day, I was doing some transactions for one of our prominent customers, who was chatting up the manager on the floor. I came over to deliver his receipts, he thanked me, I thanked him, and stuck out my hand to shake. He took my…

I remember reading a great piece once. A study done interviewing several predatory men. As long as the interviewer took pains not to call their actions ‘rape’ or the men ‘rapists’, the men were eager to share/confess the stories of their, erm, exploits. For some reason, ‘rape’ is what bad people do; I’m not a bad…

Oh, Bannon’s a true believer too on immigration stuff too, don’t kid yourself.

Well, chicken back then wasn’t the salmonella-ridden nonsense that it is now....

I sometimes idly wonder if going to one of these things might be a fun get-out-and-meet-wonks activity, and then I read the dispatches, and am confirmed that my stay-at-home inertia is the right call. It’s scary out there.

I passed Mandy on the street one morning. He was walking quickly, wearing a white track suit and singing to himself. I love him.

I will confess to making a batch of Alton Brown’s fried-and-glazed biscuits, which he calls “bonuts” but I prefer “friscuits.” I regret nothing. They are tasty AF. Not as treacly as a standard doughnut, but still an effective fried dough.

Can confirm Jane’s approach is effective. In my case, it was a senior VP at a place I once worked, who enjoyed pinching the cheeks of his female subordinates. My office mate was a frequent victim, but didn’t feel equipped to call him out. The first time he tried it on me, my arm shot up to bat his hand away, and I…