Already making plan to move there. Bringing my hammock back to its birthplace.

It borders on cheesy, but the latter half of the movie is cynical enough that it prevents it from being saccharine. It made me think for a few hours after before I could figure out how I felt about the ending.

They are all Nice Guys™

Seems like ScarJo has found the perfect length of time to be married: two years. I wonder who her next one is going to be?

More than Brock Turner got for rape, sigh.

He hates Aziz’s joke because he knows he can’t beat it.

I was marching in a group (in Philly) that was actually a few more dudes than ladies...my best friend’s husband was proudly pumping a sign, “fight like a girl!” and her step father was wearing a rainbow-hued sandwich board with a message demanding equality. We all had our “respect” hats on...

Can you imagine

I immediately wondered “Who’s taking care of Sasha while they’re on vacation?” but then I quickly realized “Sasha’s probably the most competent person left in DC right now.”

The more I think about it the more I am convinced that we never deserved him.

He’d have to learn how to write coherently, first.

“Dear Little Girl,

Just in case anyone feels like crying even more, I highly recommend the linked NYT Magazine story about the letters people wrote to Obama. It’s a beautiful, heartbreaking piece.

Trumps reply to the same letter:

Annnnnd now I’m literally crying at work. #ThanksObama

Feminism is about giving women the power and opportunity to make their own choices, even if you disagree with said choice.

this idea that Hollywood is supposed to “represent” the “truth” of the United States (whatever that means... ) is so bizarre to me. What do we want from Hollywood? It’s supposed to be a pedagogical organ now or something?