I don’t know. While I’m not a Melania Truther, I think I’m generally on the “Well, you never know” side. Things are so crazy right now, I’ll go with, “If there is a Melania double, that’s about the least weird thing we’ve been exposed to lately.” Plus, I’m a Libra so I usually end up with, “Let’s look at it from…

Yes! That trip to CVS at 2:30 in the morning when not even a soothing drive, all snuggly in a fleece onesie, blanket(s), favorite animal(s)...and that’s just for Mom! Hearing your child bark like a beagle, too young to know how to “blow,” muttering under your breath because Dad “is too tired...!” Gah! And then they’re…

Poor Ms. Nicks looks a little frazzled there (it was a frazzling time), but a star for your name!

I’m kind of surprised no one else has mentioned this. I was watching that live (I don’t know why) and I said out loud, “That’s not Melania” as soon as she came into frame. If I had any money right now, I’d lay down $5 that this is The Other Melania.

But, on the other hand...

I am exceedingly and overly-large in the boob area and, after years and years and years of whistles, catcalls and just generally obscene remarks thrown at me, I finally (very quietly) remarked one day that “I wish they’d just stop.” One of the men overheard me and shouted, “Whadda you expect, parading around with tits…

Succinct, spot-on reply is succinct, spot-on.

One comes to expect this, or something similar, after a while. Jezebel used to actually walk/talk the walk/talk and really did speak for a lot of us. Really! 20 years ago it made some inroads and certainly had something to say, but its returns have clearly diminished over the years. But damn, that tweet! That’s…

Me: The contempt for the reader is stunning.

Plus, there’s the “quick-fuck” factor. He’s a relatively young guy, so going through 2-3-4/night (or, let’s say, a 24-hour period) is easily doable.

If he’s a sort-of boyfriend, why would you want to waste your time on him? Life is way, way too short to mess with someone who chooses not to be around you, I think.

Oh, my goodness. You have a “friend” who has advised you that, at 49, you have “maybe ten good years” left? Seriously? Wow.

Why was the performance “her own personal stigmata?” That word’s the plural of “stigma.” I don’t know what goes on in the lady’s brain, but that performance seemed more like an in-your-face celebration than a 2-hour display of open, festering wounds.

I’d like to add what’s-her-name who wrote that shit about the polar bear to your list, please.

And yet the Kardashian drivel continues apace.  Smh.

Oh, I assumed that! I was sort of venting & it improperly turned in your direction. Definitely no offense intended.

 Folks around these parts often appreciate professionalism. We’ve endured years and years and years of too many writers whose contempt for us is far too obvious. Yes, this evening has (perhaps) been a little rough on you, but it’s rough on some of us, too. It just gets so, so old, as do we. (Google “Dodai” sometime.) …

I agree, but certainly do see some apt comparisons between that poor, emaciated, bedraggled creature and what Jez is serving up as writers these days. Seems both we and the bear are approaching the bottom of the barrel. Jaysus, Jezebel, try harder, damnit.

Thank you. I got all up-in-arms in a previous comment, but yours is what I really was trying to say. The fuck?

I definitely get what you’re saying, but it just pisses me the hell off that this twat could even pretend to think writing this would be a cute idea. It’s reprehensible. I think young Alexis may have set a new (very, very low) bar at Jez, which is really saying something.