Ooofff, your comment may be over-reaching a tad. Christ, I’m 900 years old and still refuse to go next door and “visit” with the neighbors. They’re fucking lovely people (and they have a brand new Golden pup, which makes my resistance really difficult), but I just can’t begin to imagine that anyone would have the…

Jezebel has certain rules and they are very, very fluid.

You seem reasonable so maybe you can explain this whole thing to me: It sounds as if folks here are basically opining that people should get dressed up if they’re going to be in Beyonce’s presence. Is that correct?

You seem reasonable so maybe you can explain this whole thing to me: It sounds as if folks here are basically opining that people should get dressed up if they’re going to be in Beyonce’s presence. Or they’re offended that Ed did not. Is that correct?

Honest question: When did these go from being “ski parkas” (or just “parkas”) to “puffer coats?” Is entitlement ivolved? I used to wear mine halfway down to my elbows but that was in 1962 and our idea of “cool” was as weird as it is today.

No, it’s a photo, I believe. The first legit “pin-up” calendar that Marilyn Monroe was included in (or her first foray into Playboy, I can’t recall which). Jerry Netherland would be the go-to guy on this, but I think this is correct. Not that it matters, just a bit of trivia, or two bits, if you will.

Being An Old, I am generally thrown by Jezebel’s not infrequent entries into the New English Usage lexicon. While “...cuts and thus...” is overpowering, it’s got a real nice, sassy lilt to it. IMO

Yep. I used to have them and what they say is true: If you don’t think you’re going to die, you know you are, it’s a real panic attack. Ativan took care of that real quickly, but I can say for a fact that I’d go through anything, childbirth even, rather than have another panic attack. Thoughts and prayers, you sufferer…

25-75, please.

I’ve enjoyed taking my first-time-musical friends to “The Book of Mormon.” The shock value is indescribable and, if they come out being a musical fan, I feel I’ve done my job. Hard explaining that nothing they ever see in the future will be as funny, though. Better, probably, but not as funny.

Sort of the same here, being a Libra, except not “arguing,” just seeing the other side. Rumor has it that a Libra’s motto is “On the other hand...”

Fucking Jesuits are expected to be a little more open-minded than that.

Gotcha.  Thanks!

I’m late to the conversation, but is oral sex now “...a nasty sex act?”  I’m sorry, I didn’t know.

Details! {snort}

Childish and sort of insulting in a way. “...25 years of marriage, to one person...or 25 years of anything?” which I read as “How incredibly boring it must be to be you, satisfied with just one thing. Get a life!”  Lady, you have no fucking clue what life is like when you spend it with your best friend.  The life I…

Punctuation? Grammar? Sentence structure? Professionalism?  Research? Seriously? Certainly in the Dodai years, but those years are long, long gone, much to the detriment of everyone. I keep hoping; there’s got to be a “star” out there somewhere who takes pride in the work she presents, in the knowledge and skills that…

I saw Van Cliburn at DFW a long time ago. He was very tall. And I backed into Leon Russell playing a mandolin (he was playing the mandolin, not me) in a music store in Tulsa once. We were both drunk. I said, “Oh, excuse me” and he said, “No, no, excuse me,” and I said, “OK” and left.

Now, this is lovely. Just fucking lovely. Take your damn star; I wish I could give you more.

A giant spider named “Spot?”