“Seems like there are a lot of perfect people commenting here...” is exactly what an adolescent with not a shred of self-awareness would mutter as they climbed atop their high horse.

I somehow ended up in an all-women’s college in the mid-’60s, in Texas, and was almost literally struck down dead in my tracks whenever I referred to dorm-mates/classmates/whomever as “you guys,” which was how I referred to any group of people in Denver and what I’d been doing my whole life. Nobody warned me about the…

I wonder if LaNicks will ever come up with something new, although it certainly doesn’t sound like it.

And I know I shouldn’t like “Picture” but I do. Kind of like me, Woody Allen and “Midnight in Paris.”

Say what you will about Macron and Trudeau, they wear a good suit, as we Olds used to say.

I want to scream “blind-SIDED.”

“...I do think nicknames should develop organically,” is exactly why my grandson (Aidan) ended up being called “Bert,” by me anyway.

And I’m still alive and older than all of them!

I’m not as concerned about the slap as I am about the little dog who I swear I could hear let out a “yip” in the resulting melee.

“...better understand the nuances of an issue...” left the stable years and years ago, no exaggeration. I come here for the comment section, where those nuances are more-often-than-not expressed intelligently. (Thanks, jinni, and randilyn and Moral Dictata and CapOtter and all of you.)

I dunno. “...her truth shifts around...” strikes me as sketchy at best, but that’s just me! I can’t begrudge anyone their opinion because I’m a damn Libra and I can’t help it!

Gods help the poor unfortunate who has to try to align Nicks’ thoughts into some sort of cohesive/coherent product. At the very least, LaNicks’ penchant for embellishing the truth has long been grudgingly accepted by the Chiffonheads. There will never be enough grains of salt when it comes to her. Her reported use of…

All the stars for “...get bent.”  I haven’t heard/used that since 1970!  Thank you!

Call me.

At the end of a late-fight round, Mayweather connected with a solid right that would have knocked Paul out or at least flat on the mat but Mayweather literally held him up the last seconds of the round. It was obvious. (That’s what the lede photo is showing.)

But it was never meant to be anything but an exhibition, which dictates no judges, no headgear, basically just tons of money for Mayweather, less for Paul. People who expected more deserve whatever they got. Everyone, including me even though I knew better, wanted Paul to get his butt kicked. That wasn’t going to…

He got in a couple beautiful shots later in the fight, which was very satisfying to see. It’s all over the interwebz, I did not pay for it!

My deep and abiding love for boxing is exceeded only by my contempt for its skulduggery. The only thing worse, IMO, is horse-racing. I’ll watch boxing every chance I get. Horse-racing? Never.

I’m going to get reamed for this, but what the hell: Granted, those are lovely names, but why in the world would they name their child after (“in honor of?”) someone who Harry accused of inflicting generational pain just a while ago (the Queen/Philip-to Charles-to-Harry)? I don’t get that.

I don’t understand the question.