Ciara was hardly the first person to get boned in England recently by some guy who hasn’t got a clue what he is doing.

I was just thinking about how much restraint and patience has been demonstrated in the struggle for equality.

So Louisiana is both an open and concealed carry state, and yet this man is shot solely on the basis that he is carrying a gun?!?! And the NRA keeps telling us that arming ourselves makes us safer?!? Oh, right, black. Sigh.

But the cops didn't know any of that when they arrived on the scene. He could have been a serial killer and this shooting would have still be unjustified.

It’s a little bit conspicuous that you don’t mention the fact that he’s a registered sex offender because he was convicted for performing sex acts with a minor.

You’ve been very lucky with your bosses if this doesn’t ring true to you.

Not since 1776!

Professional camera operators have their careers by being the most unfazable people in the world.

This makes me inordinately happy. Now I can watch Forensic Files without running the risk of hearing her schreechifying in a promo.

I’m especially confused about the judge’s comment that the officer didn’t “intend” any crime to happen. That’s what the criminal negligence charge was for- you don’t need to intend to hurt someone, you just need to act in a way that disregards their safety.

This is total bullshit.

Dear Antonin Scalia,

a hunk of beef jerky that rolls under the couch and is left there to harden, becoming covered in dust and cat hair until a cockroach takes it back to its lair and makes it his wife

I didn’t realize how hard this would hit me. I’m going to be a MESS in November. Better start stockpiling wine and tissues...

Eight years ago I was accused of voting by my skin. This year I was accused of voting with my uterus. I dunno, it seems like they have a pretty good track record.

I love my new adopted home state so much sometimes. #GoCali

I’m sorry you attracted the attention of sour crank above. I hear ya, and I’m proud, too. :)

I cried a bit when she started talking about being the first woman. I suddenly felt ... represented in a way I never have before now.

I keep thinking, if you don’t understand why this is important, you’ve never been one of two women in your PhD class of 15. Or one of three women in your cohort at work. Or though, maybe I’d want to do this in my career, and then remembered that 90% of people in that position are men. I cried the whole train ride home…

I bought a little 1930 date book a few years ago for like 5 bucks at a flea market. Turns out to be the diary of young women, Daisy, and all the goings on in her Midwestern city that year. I just dug it out. On this date she wrote "Doc met me after work and we went to The Lyric and saw Sue Gordon(?) in 'The Big…