It could be worse. A friend of mine brought her infant son to my apartment and he was boisterous, as so many small children are, so we rooted through the 10,000 CDs that I used to have to play something that would calm him down. Someone gave me “Macarena” as a joke. The son loved it. So I basically ran a Zumba class…

I have a feeling Jezebel trends older. I think “the kids” are tweeting and Instagramming. But what do I know? I have one social media account, and it’s to log in to Jezebel, and I signed up when I was 48, so I might as well go before the (fictional) Obama Death Panel.

Me too! I’m a writer but I scored this gig where I have to go into an office every weekday and personal phone calls are frowned upon and all web-related stuff has to be work-related. So no Jezebel for me!

My younger sister is an “old soul.” She was born to be a settled mother. Some of us are not. There’s room on God’s green earth for all of us.

Congratulations! I have very few regrets in life but one is that I never had children. All of my friends tell me that I would be a great father, and I’m the godfather to three, but it’s not the same.

You’d be surprised. I’m (gay) married and have to help out with the mortgage and have a crazy puppy and I live like a college sophomore living off-campus. Everything I do is always late but it always gets done eventually and people are astonished by how good my stuff is so I get a pass.

Don’t. Some of the posts are written by people who must be even older than I am. Some people reference grandchildren; one I once read was from someone who served in Vietnam and unless the commenter was lying the Vietnam war ended in 1973 and all the Americans fled in 1975. Embrace your youthfulness! Own it!

Oh dear Lord I just realized how creepy this post must sound. I’m a happily married gay male. I was just wondering about the age demographics of you all. And I don’t work in marketing; this is just for my own private amusement.

And we’re in! I’m a writer and jack-of-all-trades (proofreading, copy editing, “Deutsch Marks or dollars” as Ms Turner so famously put it; I’m a corporate Private Dancer.)

I think they went on precedent. Loving v Virginia. In some states it was illegal to marry someone of a different race so if you went south of Pennsylvania your marriage wouldn’t be recognized. This was in 1967. I was alive (a child, but alive) in 1967.

They’ll grow up or wind up in prison. The country moves on. “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” MLK Jr., who was no friend of the gays and had a checkered sexual history but was a great wordsmith.

Oh, I could go on and on. Going to a restaurant where I’m white and all the rest of my in-law relatives are white and they treat the black servers like extras in “Gone With The Wind.” Exiting the bathroom and one of the servers is hanging out by the bar waiting for the next drink order and I chat him up like the bored…

I’m American and I have a relative who lives in Charleston. It’s a vile sewer, despite its “gentility” and significant architecture. We should have let the whole region secede and become the Third World hellhole that it kind of is.

I’ll reply again. Clarence Thomas is one of the Catholics although he and his second, drunk-dialing wife attend a fairly Evangelical church in McLean, or they used to. He’s divorced. His first wife was Kathy Ambush (and what a great name.) He was very prescient. I, personally, teleported myself back in time and broke…

Kind of as an aside, and this is so late it’ll probably be just between you and me, the last time a SC Justice was confirmed, which I guess would be Sotomayer, the Court for the first time in its history had no Protestants on it. Six Catholics and three Jews. The joke goes that one day they’ll meet to hear a case and…

There are very few songs where I remember exactly where I was when I first heard it. Picture it, Uncle Charlie’s, a gay video bar in the West Village, 1991. “Good Vibrations” comes on. Conversation ceases. All eyes turn to the screens. We were Bedazzled.

It says that you take the A train in New York. I was just noticing this morning, crushed in a packed rush hour train, that I had never seen so many neck tattoos in my life. Probably something I just never noticed before.

I think the guy top row second from left is kind of hot, except the jaw is a little…and then wait, the guy top row far right has the same jaw. I wonder if they’re descended from the Hapsburgs? Isn’t there a large German community in Pennsylvania?

The spending on wedding receptions/parties certainly will, if my experience with New Year’s Eve parties, gay vs. straight, is any guide. None of this, “Just show up, it doesn’t matter what you wear, we just really want to see you, no, really don’t bring anything, it’s going to be completely casual” bullshit at the gay…

I hope you know the Monkees song “A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You.” It was written by Neil Diamond and seems appropriate for this thread.