I’m realizing that a lot of progressives don’t draw the correlation between gentrification (it’s a colorful up-and-coming area!) and a new form of red-lining.

I’m waiting to get greyed for pointing out how badly MR needs a copy editor, or at least a working spell-check.

It’s almost like an extremely long ASMR video starring Harrison Ford.

It took me no less than 4 times to watch Blade Runner, in its entirety, without falling asleep.

Is Deborah Messing slated to attend?

If MR and JES were to ever co-author a blog, we would experience comma singularity. Dark matter would be created and the gravitational pull would destroy punctuation entirely.

Pho for the first five questions. Hangovers and coffee- I start with tea. I eat whatever I’m actually craving, as my appetite usually tanks. If I’ve been sick for a while, I get fed up and hit the bourbon.

Garlic, artichokes, sun-dried tomatoes, cream cheese and parmesan.

I’m not some great crack-shot editor, but I would be embarrassed to submit some of these posts after going through my ‘read forward twice, backwards once, forward once again’ habit I learned in school.

I’m convinced that some writers are paid per comma, with a double bonus for every semicolon deployed.

I’m struggling with my red pen, as I fight the urge to edit this and ruin my phone in the process.

Does it relate to “eivdence”? Is there a powerful blogosphere that prevents The Red Squiggle Of Typos from appearing?

My art history professor would have marked me down, and I was paying tuition!

The grammatical errors, comma abuse, and questionable punctuation bother me. The rampant misspellings are absurd, and do not serve a site that at times desires to be Serious Journalism.

Plan C: let my coastal Maine mother-out-law deal with the messy bits, drink a beer, and come inside to a tasty feast.

Blerg.

Also Rita Ora, whose greatest crime is... what exactly? Being somewhat popular overseas and bringing her hustle to the US? Ya, to the stocks with both of them.

Wishing you strength and healing.

I finally read this article, and thought about all of my past ‘soft no’s’ and conciliatory sex because it was safer to accept what was happening, than to try and actively stop it. When it would hurt, but I’d play along or zone out to make it go faster. http://theweek.com/articles/749978/female-price-male-pleasure

Checking in from NC, where it’s currently 66' after dark. That can change next week, so damn skippy I’m outside in a t shirt and thin, floppy yoga pants. If she chose to wear it, does it really have to be A Thing?