As if Matt Lauer lacks the money to sue NBC into oblivion for wrongful termination (although he is the proverbial mediocre white man)—

Take it from another old broad (who’s trying to learn how to be less judgmental): I think the divine Ms. Davis is having more fun than you are...

Amen to all that—hardly Miss Manners here, but even I know religion and politics need to be off the table...

Met my husband when he was a resident and I was a medical student. He was my supervisor, but very briefly (for a week or so).

Found myself on a plane some years ago watching Franken and Davis as beauty pageant contestants, with Jane Curtin as their emcee. I laughed through my Yankee tears as Al Franken proudly described (in a broad country accent) his career in speech pathology.

4v(< Gay Talese (anyway you like) with a chainsaw—why does anyone publish a thing he says?

Nah—it’s all good. I’d smash the patriarchy, but I’ve got a migraine...

Family doc here: had my daughter less than a year after residency. I will never forget the stony silence from my MD/NP/PA colleagues when I announced my pregnancy (in a provider meeting) shortly after having joined their practice.

In the words of Alec Baldwin’s agent: “It’s not that they don’t like you, they’re not thinking about you at all.” That kind of retiring—

What’s more, these people can’t 4v(<!^6 sing. If it weren’t for privilege, they’d be living under a bridge—

I was contemplating what it’s like to rummage around your home and find a frickin’ Rubens. One man’s trash—

“She’s only a bird in a gilded cage...”

Promise there’s a ceiling weight in her prenup—I found her failure to pose (three-quarter angle, feet in third position) more startling than any satanic reference...

I am so 4v(<!N6 pissed off that the USTA destroyed the old Armstrong and Grandstand. We used to buy grounds passes for the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, camp out at the top of Armstrong, and run over to the Grandstand depending on the quality of the matches.

When she gets a dye job—#asheblonde

An mentor of mine back in the day claimed (and I maintain) that the purposes of the artist and the critic are diametrically opposed. Critics may choose to explain (whether in enlightening or dopey ways, as a function of their points of view) the meaning or purpose of art works.

I lack any relationship to organized religion apart from my observance of Roger Federer. That said, I think Dolgopolov threw the first round and Cilic did the same in the final. Wonder whether they’re looking at those matches—

Serena’s allowed to have a baby—this kid’s got game...

Throw Mardi Gras beads at him?