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I hope not. I refuse to see it, but every trans woman I know who did see it said they hated it, and hated the script, and hated Redmayne’s performance. Whoever wrote the screenplay was way too familiar with Fictionmania stories — it’s all 100% forced feminization canon.

He mentioned making money as the #1 New York value. And media, for God’s sake. Of course he was dog-whistling about Jews. Jewish homosexuals, if you add all the “gay marriage” stuff.

Same here. Never met a white Protestant until college.

I grew up in NYC, and never met a WASP — or any kind of white Protestant — until I was in college. Every single kid I knew was Jewish, black, Hispanic, or white Roman Catholic.

The Daily News is a New York City paper. It’s not the Daily Mail.

Oh, please. Sexual abuse of patients by doctors (and dentists) is so common that some District Attorney offices — including in NYC — have ADAs who do nothing else but prosecute such cases. And it’s sanctimonious apologists like you who discourage victims from reporting what happens. And malpractice suits are entirely

My experience as well on the multiple times I’ve there — lots of alcoves and nooks where nobody walks by for lengthy periods of time. Although most of the curtains are open, who’s to say he didn’t close them?

I’ve been a patient in the Mt. Sinai E.R. on multiple occasions (unfortunately!) and I also remember it as being a very open, busy place with very few curtains drawn. But there are beds all over the place, including in alcoves and corners, and if a doctor closed the curtains? Anything’s possible. Because one of the

That’s been my experience as a patient — morphine and demerol always being administered by I.V., not by injection — but perhaps she didn’t have an I.V. in yet?

RPDR Season 1 was an ANTM parody in many ways. So that would be really meta!

As an example, try reading the following about the notorious Mr. Berman:

I was at Horace Mann back then, back when I was theoretically a boy. I knew just about every one of those teachers and administrators — Inky Clark, Tek Lin, others. Mark Wright was my classmate. My God is right. I don’t have the slightest doubt that it’s all true, every bit of it and worse.

I know; he is adorable. It kind of reminds of how my son looked when he was a little less than two years old and (of course!) the cutest baby ever. Here he is sitting on a swing in Brookdale Park in Bloomfield, NJ:

Exactly. I wonder at exactly what point in my hormonal transition it would have become illegal for me to be topless in public in States like this. Never, I suppose, in places where trans women are still considered men no matter what. Although it’s really kind of a Catch-22: there’s at least one case of a trans woman

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep is definitely the creepiest of them!

Not really. The King of Spain went into exile in 1931, and even Franco, when he came to power, didn’t restore the King to the throne, so there was no actual King of Spain from 1931 until after Franco’s death in 1975. Regardless of any technical claims to the throne that anyone still had during that time.

This is potentially offensive. What if some of those dogs are Jewish?

Pregnant by a Christmas tree? You mean the tree is the father? I can only imagine what the baby is going to look like.

I feel exactly the same way, because my mother died when I was 20. We were always close, but I’ve often wondered what it would have been like to get to know her as one adult to another. Especially in retrospect, I was still very much a child at 20. Perhaps I can have that from the other side with my son.

Jonathan Swift made fun of men who think that women don’t have bodily functions in his (truly disgusting!) poem “The Lady’s Dressing Room” almost 300 years ago, with the most famous line being the revelation that “Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!” See