I am glad to see our very own Eva Braun taking a more active role.

The GDP of California is something like 2 trillion dollars.

I went to Betty Ford while I was in my early 20s. My health insurance covered everything but the airfare. Granted, my room did overlook a lake with swans...

Wait, Justin Timberlake and Pharell are nominated?

My father was born in Munich in 1931 and spent 4 years, as a child, in a labor camp. I will be damned if I am going to let that happen again in my lifetime.

It may be because I am hungover, but this made me cry.

I have been calling Toomey’s offices everyday since the inauguration and have yet to speak to a human or be able to leave a voicemail.

Could Taylor Swift be any whiter?

I can’t begin to tell you how many Facebook comments I have read that go “but he has a black boyfriend!”. It doesn’t matter how much you love black cock, you ain’t Martin Luther King.

He is only 25? I had imagined him being considerably older.

You should read up on the feud. It is something.

Elton John and Paul Rudnick? This harkens back to a simpler time, when Step By Step was still on the air and Clinton was in the White House. To be fair, the only musical I have seen that involved Elton John was Tales of The City and it didn’t make it out of San Francisco.

I do not find him attractive.

I would of given anything to of grown up with Mary Richards as my mother, instead I got Beth Jarrett.

My family, for decades, had the house near Mar-a-Lago and the feelings of the community towards Trump when he purchased the house were not kind and still aren’t. Oddly, I then lived in the unit next to Ivanka Trumps while she was at UoP. Oh. the stories....

So, anyone know what went down at Bucknell?

$44,000 to relocate a pig?

The first photo is what you get when you cross Grace Kelly with Melenia Trump.

I am I the only one who remembers the V Neck T-Shirt that plunged down to your navel? I would pair mine with gold lame leggings, a pair of high top platform Converse and hit Marina Green with my rat terrier.

In my late teens, several of my gay friends convinced me to go to a strip club with them in Times Square. It was named the Gaiety and was above a Howard Johnson’s Restaurant. I was the only woman in there and when the dancers came out they gyrated around in thongs, went behind a curtain and then emerged with the…