So, an earring? Two earrings? A limp wrist? Colorful clothing? A lisp? Clothing that looks suspiciously like it might have been purchased in the women’s department? Does that constitute being “flaming”? Or only rudeness and inappropriate conversation, which you seem to have erroneously equated with being a flaming…

Try to get elected to the Senate in the late Republican period in Ancient Rome with a beard. See how far you get!

Gee, I don’t recall him being denied an opportunity to defend himself, and then taken out and hanged from a tree or burned to death. Do you even know what “lynching” means? (This was my reaction at the time to that ridiculously mendacious argument. And still is.)

Is it possible that it dates back all the way to the 1920s and early 1930s, when Will Rogers (who was born in “Indian Territory” to two Cherokee parents) was so incredibly popular, and was, for a time, the highest paid Hollywood star? I’m not sure how to explain the fact that he and Jim Thorpe (also born in Indian…

At least she changed “I had a Jew ancestor” to “I had an ancestor who was a Jew,” after I complained. (I looked at her Facebook page — she’s all about Jesus, and complaining that the problem with this country is that God isn’t allowed to be in schools.)

You forgot that it’s not only Cherokee, it’s always a “Cherokee princess”! (Which, I have read, didn’t even exist.) The search for cool and exotic ancestry also extends to white Christians who become convinced — usually on flimsy evidence — that they’re 1/32 or 1/64 Jewish, and get all excited because they’ve always…

Your argument still doesn’t even begin to explain why it makes sense to set an age limit of 10. That’s absurd. And don’t be so condescending — I can assure you that I wouldn’t have needed to explain anything to my son, or “think about” the reasons for having women-only cars myself.

And thereby deprived of the assumed safety of the women’s car because of a ridiculous age limit. I still don’t see how this makes sense.

The very article you cite says: “30 of the suspects come from Morocco and 27 are Algerian, no other nationality has more than four men being investigated, with Iraq having the third-highest at four.” That statement necessarily means that there couldn’t be more than 3 who were arrested who were Syrian. That’s probably…

As I mentioned above, when my son was 11 or 12 he was still only a little more than 4 feet tall. I would be required to send him off by himself into the men’s cars? No thanks!

And what if you have an 11-year old who’s barely 4 feet tall at that age? (Like my son was.) You just send him off all by himself to the men’s cars? That sounds safe!

The last time I was hospitalized for an intestinal obstruction, the inability to tweeze or shave hairs off my face upset me almost as much as the possibility I could die. (I’m a trans woman, but didn’t complete hair removal before I transitioned. At least the hair that still grows — mostly on my chin — is mostly white…

Consider yourself lucky that you don’t have any on your upper lip right under your nose. Definitely the most painful!

It works on your face?

Thanks. Now that I think of it, it was more like 48 hours of complete obstruction — overwhelming pain for the entire time, in the form of rhythmic cramps every 30 seconds or so; worse than labor pains according to some people who’ve had both, and definitely worse than all the pain I’ve had from Crohn’s Disease, as bad…

I tend to think of the Olduvai Gorge in Tanzania, although of course the fact that that’s where the most evidence has survived doesn’t necessarily mean that’s the only area where early hominids lived.

Remember, this was also the era of “juvenile delinquent” movies and paperback novels. The two ends of the spectrum.

Once your intestine ruptures, sepsis and death are pretty much inevitable from what I understand, and there’s nothing that can be done. That’s how my mother died. And I once had a complete intestinal obstruction for more than 24 hours (by far the most painful experience in my life), and was told when I went to the…

I’ve had trans friends who’ve developed kidney problems from trying to “hold it in” for an entire evening, from fear of entering a public bathroom.

Yeah, that philosophy doesn’t help much when you’re a trans woman (like me) — or a cis woman — who’s only a couple of inches over 5 feet. I have no illusions that carrying pepper spray or a knife, or all the martial arts training in the world, would do me much good at all. Even when I was living as a guy, I haven’t…