The only time I’ve really enjoyed golf was at the husband’s corporate events where there was a cooler at every hole and everybody got a cart. Ah, the 90s!

There were white mothers bitching at Lin (yes, we’re on a first name basis) on Facebook when he posted photos of working with the kids during the recent White House gig. “How were these kids chosen? My child’s school has an exemplary drama program. I wish they could have come to the White House and done this.” OMFG!…

Better...? Renee...? Daveed?! I will fight them!

I have a list but it’s not hubs-approved.

What the hell ever.

I love the update. Your dad wants to make it illegal, Donny, and then punish women for it. Be fair.

You didn’t need to rec my comment. I don’t need your pat on the head for my vote.

I’ve already voted for Bernie.

Eep! That’s some prime grade guano! The proletariat? The “good liberal”? Someone got a hold of mom and dad’s copy of “Reds” on VHS and watched it too many times as a child. And while Diane Keaton was fetching in her babushka scarf, it’s not a look that works for everyone. No explosive revolution in the street for me,…

You said: “The exaggerated threat of losing some rights is a canard when it used to mollify us about striving for additional substantive rights for a larger, equally vulnurable population.” I think my simplification of that—rights as canards— was a lot closer to what you meant (considering your other comments) than…

How funny! I’ve got that on a mug!

I love how you create an argument for me that I’ve never said. It really ups your credibility! Were you president of the debate team?!

Rights as canards. That’s some real nice privilege you got there.

Yes!!!

As someone who has already voted for Bernie in my primary, may I say that’s a load of fucking codswallop! Trump may not be an Eldritch horror but it sounds like you’ve created your own straw man out of Hillary. As the mother of a daughter, there’s no way in hell I’d do anything to enable Trump to get near the Oval…

It’s holiday creep. Pretty soon, there will be whoopie cushions hanging in the checkout aisle before the conversation hearts are even gone.

Maybe Judge Palin will take it on!

How do you even do that?! I mean, physically, how is it possible?

It’s the Republican thing that pushed me over the edge. Before that, I would have been perfectly happy to blaze up a doobie with Lovitz and have tartlets, or taco shells, or whatever. But clearly, I’m way too old.

Well, now I question the story here. It doesn’t seem accurate, not with the info provided.