Lord knows that when I look back on all the women I’ve loved, I primarily think about the men they worked for.

Between this and the ‘90s Disney princess fandom, I’m getting the feeling that Millenials are going to be almost as bad about mythologizing nostalgia for their pop culture as Baby Boomers were.

Inspired, of course, by George Cukor’s seminal noir film, Billy and the Gaslightasaurus.

Could we not make this about trans women having male privilege please? That’s not how it works and isn’t required for a rich and famous white athlete to be a Trump supporter.

I’m going to make a Gantt chart to maximise my potential to TOUCH SOME BUTTS

This is VERY interesting to me, because I have NEVER in my life been attracted to confidence. I’m attracted to the guy who looks down at the floor when he talks to me. I mean, he can make eye contact sometimes but only when he knows he just said something that will make you laugh.

Fat pockets and thin skin.

What I didn’t understand, despite all my years of Marxist study groups, was that every revolution contains within it the seeds of its own destruction, and ours soon began to mutate in ways I could never have predicted. For me, the turning point, the moment resembling Oliver Cromwell’s suppression of the Levellers, was…

He thought the cold open sketch was “too mean”, not the sketch that nailed him. (I’m not sticking up for Spicer, who is a doofus, but he is forced to always defend the President against any challenge or criticism, because he took a job where he has to defend a dumb, senile old man.)

We truly are living through the golden age of the man child, aren’t we?

Did I ever tell you guys about this one time when it was almost Christmas time, and there I stood in another line trying to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood. And standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously, pacing around like little boys do. And in his hands he held a…

Normally I’d be against the relentless abuse of a dumb animal, but I’m ok in Ann Coulter’s case.

“A monster of a human being. The worst person I’ve ever worked with in my life.” - I don’t know, that sounds kind of generous.

She seems very lean and sinewy....like wild game. I would suggest steaming would be preferable to roasting.

Jewel’s response is lovely:

I almost feel guilty about how little I disapprove of this. The curse of being a bleeding-heart liberal and not a college athlete rapist, I guess.

I’m pretty certain that all of Trump’s speeches consist of someone feeding him a subject, let’s say cats for this example, and he just fills in the rest with superlatives, verbs, and nouns. So basically his speeches go something like this:

But you can have a violent, over-the-top action movie with a cast of sadistic characters where the narrative isn’t sexist (female characters are written as fully-rounded characters, the evilness isn’t predicated on sexist tropes), and where the plot is engaging and the jokes are funny? Nothing about “violent criminals…

I hear it really lets the ass breathe.

I am sorry to anyone who may have felt victimized by this post