Also Ladies in Lavender. I mean. Come on.

I hate the corporate media that gets their jollies out of booking prestige interviews with people so vile they ought to be consigned to the incinerator of history with no further attention. I get the urge to pick at your (metaphorical) scabs, but DON’T DO IT!

Wow, I had no idea I’d be so cheered up by reading that Robin didn’t expect the Trump victory. I feel so much less alone. Not any happier, mind you, but it’s a long weekend, and cocktails are in the offing, so...

I don’t even think it’s a ‘decision’ so much as a reflex, the result of being hit with an Obama hammer.

Why can’t a person who looks good in that color hair find Streep’s wig for sale in the world? I wouldn’t embarrass anybody, I promise!

Excluding women in the workplace is insidious. There’s usually no conscious decision to bar entry, it’s just this guy is just like me, and he speaks to me in a way that I like, and these women are different and I don’t understand them and echh, it’s just so tiresome to work at diversity when I can just keep my focus…

Maybe he was just waiting in the dark for the swelling from that cosmetic surgery abated a bit before opening the doors. Yikes, that’s unpretty.

Waaaait a minute: you’re not suggesting there’s a difference in policing of right-wing vs left-wing protesting, are you?!? Never!

Nooo! She’s totally mad because this stupid flood has interrupted all the cyberbullying combat she’s got going on. That jacket is their uniform!

I’d like to know how much money it costs to get your hair that sleek in all that humidity. I bet it’s a lot.

It seems fitting to me that a scientist called Michael Mann would be an expert on extreme Heat.

The school district where my sister lives had to postpone opening day, because they lacked bus drivers. So fuck up the schedules of thousands of kids, teachers, staffers, and their families because it didn’t occur to any body over the summer to offer a higher wage to attract more bus drivers. That’s good…

I bet most of those mansplainers are all just Jean Claude Van Damme, using a bunch of sockpuppet accounts.

Geez, remember when all players had those ‘roid thighs? Not a good look.

My supermarket has upgraded to handheld barcode scanners (or phone app), so one can bag as they shop. Checkout is via robot as well. It is a balm to me, who, like you, hates having my bananas crushed by a bottle of bleach by careless teens. Every so often the checkout triggers an ‘audit’, which means a staffer has to…

I think there was a needle she could have threaded. Remember back in the Bush V Gore race, when Al got in W’s space on the debate stage? Bush did a comical flinch and gave him kind of a sarcastic ‘WTF, dude’ expression. The crowd chuckled (if memory serves) and Gore looked like a doofus. I think a similar side-eye…

Bread & milk was a common Sunday night supper when I was a kid. We had a very big Sunday dinner in early afternoon, so supper was light fare. Mom had grown up in the depression, ergo, used to meager foods. Sprinkle a bit of sugar, use a nice crusty Italian bread, and it’s not bad!

I wonder if the caution about using language like ‘ass’ in a criminal setting mightn’t be one of the reasons there’s so little success in convicting sexual assaulters? Like Christina says, its use here definitely made the even feel visceral to observers in a way more tame language does not. I feel like taming it down…

Well, I’ll disagree with ES on the amount of campaign money spent. Trump never had to spend money; he got wall-to-wall airtime on 3 cable networks for free.

Maybe if they’d been sculpted with grabbable pussies, he’d’ve kept them around. It’s not like they were gonna get old looking and sag, amirite?