And even when it is caught early, it’s almost impossible to survive. My dad’s was caught early - he was able to have the rare surgical removal (he was stage II). We were lucky to have him for two years post diagnosis, but he still died. And it’s a horrific death. He was six feet tall and maybe 100 lbs soaking wet when…

Because Joan’s gonna Joan. 

I used to do the same with cupcakes. You could barely taste the paper - it was mainly cake!!! At least that’s what I would tell myself.

I don’t patronize bunnies!

As a former Jeopardy! contestant and someone who lost her dad to pancreatic cancer in 2013, I wholeheartedly endorse your statement. 

The only time I use a (non sexy) baby voice is with my dog. And I would gladly welcome the Caninearchy.

Oh, totally. Just being salty at the “church” remark. You are absolutely right!

A synagogue, mosque or other house of worship, which the author seems to have left out.

Never said he would. But he sure as shit isn’t going to court nazis. I’m not playing a game. He’s certainly not my first choice, but I am sure as shit not going to pat myself on the back for not voting for whomever the dem nominee is. Because that’s what you sound like. A privileged asshole who would rather have four…

Tell that to my best friend and his husband, a biracial LGBTQ couple with biracial kids. I’m sure they will be thrilled to know, if Trump gets reelected, that you’re such a committed lefty. I’m sure that will make them feel much safer.

As was the case of many of my fellow GenXers, I was a latchkey kid. I was also terrified when I was alone in my house (I read too many books about ghosts and watched too many episodes of Fantasy island which used to freak me the fuck out).

All of their songs indeed sound the same, yet, somehow, that Thunder song stands out as the worst of the lot. I swear that shit is so awful makes Kokomo sound like Ziggy Stardust.

I wish this extended to my myriad varicose veins.

I hesitate to call the national treasure that is Weird Al a fool, but yes, I agree! :)

You’re too sweet and I love your screen name. 

That’s because they are too busy playing How Soon is Now for the 50 billionth time.

Exactly. My mom grew up in Ft. Smith, Arkansas. She is the daughter of Holocaust survivors and there were several Jewish families in town. Southern Jewish communities aren’t as large as they used to be (intermarriage and moves to larger cities being the primary cause), but we are, indeed, everywhere.

Apropos of nothing, when I was a kid in the 80s, I once wrote to Weird Al with my brilliant parody idea for Culture Club’s “Miss Me Blind.” It went “I know you’re mince meat, I know you’re mince meat. I know you’re mince meat piiieeeeeeeeee.”

This wasn’t my faux pas, but a faux pas directed at me. I was at my husband’s company’s holiday party (which is always excruciating, regardless), and the wife of one of his coworkers and I discovered we were both pregnant. She then says to me, “this isn’t your FIRST, is it?” Yes, it was. Yes, I was 37 at the time.…

My favorite part of this show (and, I admit,Ii have only watched one episode) is that the judges seem to aim just a *tad* high when trying to guess the identity of the singer. “I just KNOW the unicorn is Beyonce!” No, dear, the unicorn is Tori Spelling or the redhead guy from Chicago Med.