Me too. And now I’m out of work and not finding anything. Not even an interview after 6 weeks of applying. I might have to live in a box. Made of cardboard. Under the freeway. I confess it’s kinda got me spooked.

Yes, thank you. I grew up in the 60s when lots of pexpletive talked about revolution by any means necessary. They imagined themselves as modern day Robin Hoods or something, really enjoyed it. But one of my earliest memories is thinking, these guys don’t really know. They’re sitting around, warm and with a full belly,…

Yes, and just as with men like Justin Bieber et al., women should have an equal right to be made fun of if they’re...well, funny. Wittingly or no.

“I am empowered by showing the world my flaws...” Oh, and which ones would those flaws be, pray tell? This just kills me.