I remember, years ago, watching a documentary about the sister of the woman in that photograph. She supported abortion rights and had a placard that read, “I am her sister.”

Yeah, wait until her kid, Turf or Slack or whatever, goes to school and they won’t let him/her bring its gun in.

I will never forgive John McCain for inflicting this bunch on the US. STFU, Bristol.

And somehow I think Kanye would win.

I am so damn old that I actually went HOME FOR LUNCH in grade school. (Mom was SAH) On awesomeness rare occasions my mom would make banana fritters. With maple syrup.

I hated A.I. so fucking much. The worst, overblown POS remake of Pinocchio. I saw it on a date and I’m snickering and rolling my eyes, and enjoying the nasty comments from 3 rows back. And then I hear sniffling next to me. My date is crying.

Because, you know, Franzen is an Adonis. He knows it, and we should, too.