Same here. 1981,when I was scared and pregnant and could look up Abortion in the yellow pages and go to the clinic free of fear and harassment.

“Washington and defend his liberal special interest friends.”

Also, Obamacare was “rammed through” in more than a year (about 13 months) with, if I recall correctly, more than 50 hearings, 25 days of debate and acceptance of Republican amendments.

Jenn Culp (Too Much, Girl!) had a nice Fathers day post on the Establishment, and it made me notice something about my own dad. Similarly, he doesn’t say much about my personal appearance. No pressure to look a certain way, no tsks when I get weird (though he’s not a fan of the tattoos). I have no idea if this was a…

My dad is 73. Last year he was arrested for “attempting” to “steal” a Stop Sign, along with his girlfriend. They wanted to resell the metal for money. I believe their bail cost more than what the damn thing was worth.

My dad’s family were Hungarian immigrants. Maybe that was why affection in terms of hugs and “I love yous” never came easily to him. He was gruff but we quickly learned it was mostly just show and he became “The Old Bear”. He taught me how to: throw a split finger knuckle ball, how to tie over a dozen types of knots,…

I shared this story on Jezebel before, but it was a long time ago, so might as well tell it again:

My father described his father as an oak tree in his eulogy. Steady, stable, with a quiet dignity. He also described himself.

Our family has a long standing tradition that any celebration involving cards, the card must be totally inappropriate, addressed to someone else, and signed by someone else.

My Dad was a wonderful man. He took my sister and I to breakfast every Saturday morning so Mom could sleep in. This happened every Saturday (I got cheeseburgers, sis chocolate chip pancakes) no matter how long he’d been on the road (selling hunks of steel - that z-shaped thing your bike pedal is on is a “forging”). He…

This one, naturlich:

Father’s day means a vicious pun-off. You can’t prepare ahead of time because the subject must arise in normal conversation. My mother hates these digressions.

My dad would insist on reading us The Littlest Angel, and then he would cry Every. Single. Time.

Fuck if I can ever spell it right, either, but! Not saying something like “Curtains on Caesar” or “Then fall, Caesar” or even “No more salad days for Caesar” is unforgivable.

Goebbels is German for Bannon.

Lots of us are in fact interested in tracking what the weird billionaire of Silicon Valley is up to. Nobody is requiring you to read the article.

Yea the only way to tell a site you don’t care about their article is to click on it and post comments.

I dismissed the whitelist prompt on Giz yesterday. But your comment just made me whitelist them. So good job.

I am sorry that they do not cater everything to your specific needs, wants, and desires. This great injustice must not continue. Oh the horror, THE HORROR, that you must go through.

Yet you clicked...and then commented. Interesting strategy.