A conundrum I hadn’t considered when I signed the petition to cancel him. Damn.

Which is weird, because women are so emotional and disorganized and unmusical -- HOW DID THEY MANAGE IT? 

One of the great pleasures of the internet in 2019 is laughing so hard at people like you, ya pus-filled dumbass.

Remember when only women were diagnosed with borderline personality disorder? Surprise. 

If the tiny people are carrying circus peanuts, they are assholes and must be shunned. But seriously: bless her heart, this sounds so frightening, and a bit like sleep paralysis, from which I suffered until I was in my 40s. Even when I was able to understand I was dreaming, the thing I saw remained right there and…

I would be frightened of the alligator, of course, but do the little people scare her? It would be so terrible if they did. I wonder, too, if the small people also carry little snacks, because that would be cool.

They would be illegal with my spouse, but that wouldn’t stop me. 

Oh, I drink at lunch with great frequency -- it’s the norm in my career. 10:35 seemed a wee premature, given I hadn’t yet had breakfast, but I got over that hurdle. I’m not a quitter, Tycho. I RUN THE RACE.

Well, yes, that does about sum it up. (It turns out 10:35 in the morning is NOT too early to start drinking, I think.)

My favorite Gawker headline (early in Choire Sicha’s tenure, and he wrote it) was: Celebrities Continue To Get Free Shit Because Fuck You. It applies to the purpose and goals of the GOP even more singularly, and the zombie-shuffling-stupid MAGA voters will look at their smaller refunds and weep with love for Trump…

He’s a classic narcissistic parent: he turns his community (his extraordinarily stupid supporters) against the children (the press) (also all the rest of us) he’s abusing both before and while they try to tell the truth about him.

I can’t even watch that when it appears somewhere; it makes my stomach clench. And I’m not some delicate flower, so I don’t quite get it. It legit makes me physically ill. 

A heartbreaking image, your mom crying for the polio patients. God.

MY GOD, look at how her genius just shines through everything, even though everyone else in that scene is great, too. I’m going to have to build a shrine to her, brb.

I’ve decided Catherine O’Hara is the funniest person on the planet, and damn, that show is sweet. It’s hilarious, but the tenderness in every episode is remarkable. 

I have four (one is a now-adult foster who came to us in middle school), and while parents might be more relaxed or chill when the kids are small — HOW HOW THO MY GOD — what many people don’t understand is that being their parent *never ends.* I still mother my girls in their thirties, a son in his twenties, and a son…

I read the New Yorker article about him a couple months ago, and it gave me hope -- like there are people besides Mueller and his team who are on this. They’re coming at Trump from all sides. 

What I hear in this interview is not this, not that, not the other thing; in essence, she’s the Bartleby of women’s issues, which explains why all my Christmas cards to her ended up in the dead letter office. Dammit.

F. Thot, help me here, did she beat him some, say, “Stand still while I pee,” come back, beat him some more? How are we supposed to get our mind around that? I want to see what happens in the courtroom, her peeing all over the place like she’s in the Palace of Versailles. If she wears a big skirt, we’ll know what…

Four women he picked up the border, bound and gagged them, and turned left. Or was at least in the left lane, I’m not sure of the particulars.