Through the other end of the telescope, for those of us who are already old, IDGAF clothes are the mark of successful passage out of extended adolescence. The people I feel sorry for these days are the ones who desperately strive to appear fashionable. If they are under 40, this is excusable on the grounds of…

Oh yeah, Sartre! Sorry everyone, we're shutting this blog down because Sartre already happened. It was fun while it lasted.

I beg to differ.

Why do women need an extra word for this?! We don't call men's spare tires fat over dick area or oversack.

I wish I could go hard goth. My job and my wife would not be fans. I was never brave enough to do it in high school and college when I could have done it. Now that I'm brave enough I can't because my wife would think I'm having a mid-life crisis and work would tell me I can't manage a big department looking like I…

Ugh, me too. I've also heard it called a FUPA, which only slightly less gross.

I hate this term so viscerally.

I know. I was making fun of both "manegeress" and "feministic".

It looks now like that original response has been removed, and a new one has been posted by the owner denying any wrongdoing. He goes to some lengths to paint the complaint, and the complainant, both, as inherently unhinged. You know we wimmins all be crazy! Nothing we see really happened! And if it did, it wasn't…

Manegeress? Good Lord. She had no problem taking the feministic approach with her name.

Yeah but if you're ex-boyfriend is one of the greatest and best-selling pop musicians of all time and you go "Who", your peers may feel inclined to hand you over to a brain doctor.

CEOs of vegan companies especially. My nieces have all the trading cards.

Well I wouldn't expect his to mention someone he divorced. Linda died. Pretty different.

I remember hearing, back when she and Paul were first engaged, that they had some argument, and she threw her engagement ring out a hotel window. I thought, "Jesus, Paul, get the fuck away from her, she's nuts." Nice of her to prove me right.

Heather Mills really is the worst. In other news, all of my cousins, who range in age from 15 to 23, know who Paul McCartney and the Beatles are. Most younger kids I know would at least recognize some of their songs. The idea that they would know who Heather fuckin' Mills is over Paul or the Beatles is just laughable.

"Oh my god! You're a ski-racer' or 'You help the animals."

She added, "You know, I own the biggest vegan company in the world."

It's 'Oh my god! You're a ski-racer' or 'You help the animals.'" She added, "You know, I own the biggest vegan company in the world."

"It's 'Oh my god! You're a ski-racer' or 'You help the animals.'"

Actually she's right. The kids might (might, depending on what olds they live with) know "Yellow Submarine" or, more likely, "Twist and Shout" because it's in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, but they have no idea who individual Beatles are, let alone which one was cute. But they've never heard of Heather Mills, either, that…