“Bojangles of Harlem” is “problematic”? Astaire dances out from between a huge pair of lips, down a lolling tongue, in blackface, to lyrics about how black people don’t know who the President is, but they sure know their tapdancing. And the fact that he liked Bojangles and meant it in a nice way is almost worse.…

That would get you arrested. But dragging him in public is free!

And if they could get sufficient numbers to support their shitty arguments, then Amazon or Google would probably agree with them. That’s how capitalism works. You know all those boycotts of Disney or whatever that conservatives were always trying to gin up? They didn’t work, because not enough people were bigots. But…

Who carries a pen when they’re hiking?

Okay, bye! There are more than enough people who want to live in your house, so get the fuck out and let them in.

I’m sure he did the due diligence, but just planned to ignore it, as he has. Because he’s an entitled prick.

1) He is definitely not embarrassed by his conduct, because he’s a prick, and 2) I passed him while hiking this summer, and after I realized who it was I whirled and screamed, “Fucking open the beach!” It was the kind of thing you wish later that you had done, but I actually did it, and I was giddy with pride. 3)…

“I came here to pound my pud to child sex fantasies, and 15 will not feed them. If you’ve got tits, I call it quits. Booooo.”

Oh wait, now you’ve convinced me. This and the other 116 hammered out responses about how NOT offended you are. I often devote half my day to telling people I’m not offended, and after enough effort, they believe me. You’re also SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER!... is what you clearly think to yourself after each post.

Fuck off.

So these idiots thought someone dined and dashed, then came back the next day?

I hate to break it to you, but you do in fact appear to be offended and angry.

I honestly feel this way myself. Who cares? The proof is in the pudding. These are the people we keep electing. If we want change, we have to elect different people.

I’m on the board of a literary arts organization and got the chance to interview an author, and I spent about two weeks preparing. I read his new book, refreshed myself on his old books, read his bio, and read 10-15 of his most recent interviews so I wouldn’t give him stale questions. And I’m a volunteer. So fuck this…

Totally. Fuck ooooooooooff, Maureen Dowd.

The way Busy wrapped her lips around “ERRRRRRRYBODY” really got to me

Two guys were walking and talking side by side towards me as I jogged, not caring at all that they were about to drive me into the bushes. So I stayed my course, picked up a little speed, and hit the one on my side so hard that he spun a little bit. He looked so shocked. It was intensely satisfying.

Hey, Jack.

https://www.yelp.com/biz/larose-jazz-club-philadelphia?hrid=i5oezNO0O81-K2RSf58eIg Tell this club what you think of them booking a rapist.

I lost my fucking mind when I read this this morning.