Obviously I didn’t think this feminism through. Equal pay and whatnot is great but not if I have to split the check and open my own doors like a plebe!

Oh damn it. Good thing I’m in the grays here because it’s basically just a repeat of your comment.

Good thing we still have the overall expectation that men pay on a first date otherwise MRAs would have nothing left to “GOTCHA!” us with.

I have absolutely no objections to this article but if you’re offering refunds on 2016 I’ll take it.

I had no idea SC had so much flag love but when I first posted this comment a friend from SC told me SC definitely won so I have to believe you all. I’m intrigued, now. (I haven’t been to SC since I was like 8.) The lack of pro sports team helping that definitely makes sense, though.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Maryland, it’s that they don’t joke about their flag (or Old Bay).

Wow I’m scared to go to Colorado now.

You must have never been to Maryland.

I think Maryland wins the State Flag hard-on contest if only because the flag pattern is way more intense than Texas’.

I hate how right you are.

The Trump campaign has a better survival capacity than cockroaches.

I thought the brother was Franks direct ancestor, not BlackJack? And then hence the brother/Hawkins storyline developing

Excuse me Ingrid, I hate to disagree, but the ONE thing I learned in college was to never turn down free food.

I’m a big Crystal fan. But I’m willing to set my pro-Crystal leanings aside to join with my sisters on the fundamental truth you lay down here: Tabasco is fucking gross.

There never has been, and never will be, a better comment on Jez, nay, Gawker Media, than this

I think the real issue here is that ‘yes I’m a democratic whore’ is losing ground in the poll and I’m really disappointed in Jezzies right now.

Also, this wasn’t the ruling on Kesha’s appeal, as reported here.

The Court did not in any way rule that the rape really happened.

Even more importantly, the Court dismissed Kesha’s entire case against Sony.

There’s a great poem in there but somehow Trillin got lost and wrote the dumb poem. Dumb fragile men refusing to ask for directions. Although, he still managed to arrive at The New Yorker so I guess the joke’s on us.