Kinda like Angel. Every Angel I’ve ever known is the antithesis of the name.

I am sick and fucking tired of the hate-filled rhetoric spewing from the mouths of these uber-conservatives. They say whatever the hell they want to say to rile the masses, then the next day, they’re all, “Oops, I didn’t actually mean what I said.” Too late, assholes! The damage is done, considering their constituency…

And I fucking wonder how many more adults have to die before these assholes understand the rampant hypocrisy at play here.

I also expect to see the names Trump, Cruz, Paul and/or Huckabee crop up when the shooter’s rationale is made public. After all, he was just trying to do what they tell him is required to Make America Great Again, Reignite the Promise of America, Defeat The Washington Machine and go from Hope to Higher Ground.

That elicited a full-on guffaw. Well done!

My dad wanted to be cremated, and he had always jokingly said he’d like to have a jazz band play “When the Saints Go Marching In” at the end of his service. Fortuitously, my nephew had joined a jazz trio just before my dad died, so his wish was granted. Most of the attendees were unaware of what was going to happen…

I think your doc is right and you’re far better off without hormones. Sounds like things are manageable and as long as that’s the case, no sense in getting started on them only to have to quit later.

I’m not handling it well. At all. I started on hormones years ago before I experienced any symptoms. Now, thanks to estrogen-fed cysts in my breasts, the hormones got nixed by my doctor. The past few months, I’ve been in the middle of some kind of special hell, with nearly continuous hot flashes, spontaneous sobbing…

The first time I defied my dad, I was 12, and he got tired of seeing my hair in my face. He told me I had to cut it and I said no. Unaccustomed to rebellion from me, he insisted but I held firm. Desperate for a solution, he threatened to take me to the juvenile detention facility. I told him to take me. So we get in…

Surely many of these parents/grandparents didn’t understand the power and lingering effects of their words. My 48-year-old boss talks about her dad teasing her about her potbelly when she was 8 years old, a comment that set her up for a lifetime of body dysmorphia and anorexia. After years of therapy, she managed to…

When my son was young, he would emerge after a shower and I would say, “Did you use soap?” Without fail, he would respond with, “Oh, MAN,” and trudge back into the bathroom to do it all over again.

Exactly. At this point, I have rage fatigue, thanks to conservative double standards/lies/hypocrisies/bullshit. Abortion rights is a perfect example. They don’t want government all up in their business, but it certainly doesn’t stop them from being all up in ours. I don’t know how/if I’m going to survive this election…

Inadvisable is an understatement. Fox “News” commenters are the worst of the worst, with one exception: the mentally deficient hangers-on over at conservatives4palin.com. If you’re feeling especially masochistic, I recommend a foray into the comments on that site. They make Fox fans sound like Mensa members.

Where I used to work, we got company-paid takeout lunch on Fridays. We generally opted for sushi and ate together in a conference room. A new guy, Chad, had never tried sushi, but he wanted to fit in and enthusiastically placed his order based on our recommendations.

Yup. And in one more year, I’ll be in the “screw you sixties.” I’m practicing telling people to fuck off now, so I should be good and ready.

So this just happened. It’s occurred before, but this is especially great timing, what with it being Halloween.

I read your story yesterday but had to come back and find it today so I could blame you for last night’s nightmare.

I was mortified to discover just yesterday that I’ve almost starved my cat to death. She’s 21 years old and about four years ago was tentatively diagnosed with gastrointestinal lymphoma—tentatively because we decided to forego any testing or treatment due to her advanced age. We’ve given her steroids off and on to…

I know what you’re saying, but it’s kind of like the way I react to coffee, which I can’t stand. I can’t tell you how many times coffee drinkers have said, “Taste this, I promise it doesn’t taste like coffee at all.” But I can always detect the coffee flavor, just like I can mostly tell when there’s alcohol in a…

Same. Plus I’m a lightweight drinker, mainly because I can’t stand the taste, but also because I have no tolerance and get violently ill after just a couple. But nobody better ever try to take my sweet, sweet weed. I have Crohn’s and severe arthritis, and there’s no pill available that treats symptoms as effectively…