Which, by the by, happens ALL THE TIME. There have been plenty of male Lady MacBeths, Juliets, Clytemnestras, you name it. Hell, for most of recorded Western history ALL roles were played by males! And modern theater is rife with them. They’re considered Brave and shit.

My only reservation about this in 1986—and I say this as someone who would have loved to see Joanna Lumley in the role—is that this was when “Doctor Who” was in an uncontrolled decline; production values that couldn’t keep up with the times, writing that seemed worse than before, and unfriendly executives looking for…

I’ll just leave this here for some of The Greys:

It’s just 3-dimensional chess. You can’t fool #TeamMAGA

But he said he was going to be the least president on the golf course.

“Mr. Schaub [sic] is not interested in advising the executive branch on ethics. He’s interested in grandstanding and lobbying for more expansive powers in the office he holds.”

As I asked in another thread about the WaPo/ABC poll, who the hell are the 11% of people who identify themselves as Democrats but still “approve” of Trump’s performance? They should be identified and ridiculed at length (and possibly at width)...

Literally and figuratively!

It’s hard, just because the moral script is so embedded in every aspect of our culture. I’m constantly reminding myself to rephrase/reframe. But when I do, I feel better. I think the effort of thinking about how I am thinking about food, taking that time, is itself a benefit. Eventually this new script will become…

Yes! Exactly! For more on this (and also, just a really freaking great read), see Dietland. SO GOOD.

“Great evening with President @EmmanuelMacron & Mrs. Macron. Went to Eiffel Tower for dinner. Relationship with France stronger than ever.”

There’s a woman in my office in her late 60s, happily married for forever, and totally normal in appearance for her height and age, who in incapable of engaging in any conversation without directing it back to the good and bad foods she eats and justifying her cinnamon raisin half bagel in the morning. I try to kindly…

Yes! My mom has struggled with her weight (and the pressures of diet culture, though she won’t ever admit it) and always calls foods good or bad, or worse, calls herself good or bad for what she eats, and my dad is constantly reminding her that food has no instrinsic moral qualities. A jar of Nutella is not a…

Thank you for sharing. And congrats on your recovery!

Your breakroom comment really struck me - I’m amazed at how Petty and shitty people can be about food. I don’t have an eating disorder, and I’m a healthy weight, so I don’t get too much beef about my weight one way or another. But I’ve still been on the receiving end of some judgy-ass comments. Like over a chocolate…

I want to star this twice. It is so hard for me to be sane about food when I’m surrounded by coworkers who go on about how baddddd they’re being when they eat a brownie, or how virtuous they are if they don’t. IT’S JUST FOOD.

LOL. I think my mom didn’t understand what dumps like a truck meant, but she definitely didn’t like “let me see that thong” (I think that’s the only thing she understood in the whole song and I’m surprised she didn’t think it was about sandals).

“All your voter base are belong to us”

Oh my God! My mom did that to my brother when he sneakily bought a Sisqo CD, which was really entertaining and embarrassing at the same time.

My brother reports that the magazine for boys was called Breakaway and that he “usually threw it away.”