My tolerance for drunks in general is low these days. I’m a teetotaler myself, not because I have anything against drinking, but because alcohol made me act in ways I didn’t like and couldn’t control. I was never able to discern the line between pleasingly tipsy and wasted, so it’s easier to just not drink. That means…

The cognitive dissonance on display these days is wearing me flat out. I can no longer drum up the energy necessary to sustain my righteous indignation, and my outrage meter broke long ago.

Your comment reminded me of this: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/03/04/girl-gets-gifts-from-birds_n_6793132.html.

Yes! I’m so over the semantics and verbal gymnastics. It’s not incorrect, inaccurate, untrue, a falsehood or a fib. Call it what it really is: a fucking LIE.

There are plenty of douchenozzles out there. I used to date a guy who could have put Shallow Hal to shame, so for purposes of this story, we’ll call him Hal. He was a model, and he expected his girlfriends to also be attractive, which is why he broke up with me during my first major psoriasis outbreak. I’m not just…

I developed very early, and at age 9, it became obvious that it was time for me to start wearing a bra. My grandmother told me then that if I ever went without one, my breasts would look like hers, which were flattened and pendulous. I can still remember the feeling of panic that washed over me.

In my younger days, I tended toward unfortunate clothing choices like Ariel. Much like Dolly Parton originally based her look on the town tramp, I hung out with older, glamorous (in my mind) cousins and got the idea from them that tighter, shorter and more revealing was the way to go.

I say that all the time about people who learn they have a terminal illness. How do they even begin to process that information? And how do they continue to put one foot in front of the other, much less live out their shortened lives as courageously as Amy? I’m always awestruck by people like her. I’m certain I’d…

I was groomed and subsequently molested when I was 14 by my high school journalism teacher. Like your son, I felt I was a willing participant, which left no doubt in my mind that I was complicit. And those feelings of complicity were intensified by the fact that it felt good. That was the single most difficult thing…

These Republican assholes never cease to amaze me. If I were a conservative politician who spent all my time self-righteously denouncing liberals, I’d make damn sure my own house was in order.

Conversely, at a birthday party for my brother, a friend gave him one of the O’Reilly-authored books as a gift. My brother and I aren’t particularly close; as a result, I didn’t know much about his world views. What I did know is that we were both raised by the same uber-liberal parents, and I had no reason to think…

I hope to avoid seeing or hearing the outpouring of rage and blame that will be assigned to the women brave enough to have gone public about O’Reilly. Can you imagine how nasty that’s going to get? The words “sluts” and “whores” will undoubtedly feature prominently, among many, many others.

That elicited a real, live guffaw at a time when good laughs are few and far between for me. I thank you for that.

Years ago, I was self employed. I was young and stupid and had zero business acumen, especially when it came to things like taxes. As a result, I managed to go 10 years without filing. I thought about it every single day, but after a few years, it felt like things had gone too far to be rectified, and I lived in a…

Same. I used to be a news hound and always had to be in the know about current events, but once his face and voice started dominating every news cycle, that stopped. It had to, because listening to him speak nauseates me. That’s not an exaggeration.

I’m a bit flabbergasted that this infers there was no investigation pursuant to paying out millions of dollars in damages. So these women just called Fox up, said they were going to file complaints and Fox cut the checks without looking into the charges?

It’s easy enough to determine who the real Tami Barker is on google, especially since her husband’s name is known. In addition to finding her listed as an adjunct ESL instructor at Chaffey College in Rancho Cucamonga, a Tami Barker-Sutter also used to own and operate a wine bar. This information is relevant because…

I read an article earlier this week about a book authored by one of the Sandy Hook mothers. It drove home how impossible it is for anyone who hasn’t directly experienced something like that to even imagine that kind of pain. She talked about how it felt when the police brought her the clothing her daughter wore that…

Interesting to read her comment about being at bars during last call. I live in Nashville and can confirm it’s true based on sightings by friends. The saddest part, though, is that each time, she was drinking alone.

Thank you! I remember the things my grandmother and I did together, so I know that everything I do with my granddaughter is creating a memory for her. I have a responsibility to make those memories as happy as possible, but that’s not difficult. She’s such a pleasure to be around.