Do you guys ever wonder what it’s like to be on the wrong side of history? Like how embarrassing the four dissenting justices are going to be to their grandchildren (if they aren’t already?)

Am I a bad person for taking almost as much joy in the pee-pants tantrums the Conservatives are throwing over the ruling as in the ruling itself?

Dear butthurt SC racists,

It really felt that way. The funny thing is it was only a few years ago and I can literally remember nothing else about this guy. Except my friend called him lens crafters because he had these stupid hipster glasses. That’s all I remember about him.

The moment I meet my very short, balding blind date, he skips the introductions to say this:

Little bit. Young Dan Aykroyd.

It is! I believe this was taken on my parents’ honeymoon. They quit their jobs and went into debt for it because youthful abandon.

My dad in 1986.

And here’s my handsome grandpa Bill (also known as Grump or S.O.B- Sweet Old Bill) in 1967, rocking the hot hipster look decades ahead of the trend.

My grandfather (the one on the right) with great hair.

Papa Bob -My mother’s dad 1950s

Grandpa, Great Uncle, and Dad. My Dad was such a 1970’s cowboy, my Great Uncle was the consummate soilder, but my Grandparents just look like movie stars.

This is Bruce. He is not my actual grandfather by blood, but he was more my grandfather than the real one. He was a golf course designer, golf pro, pilot, painter, filmmaker, champion of public parks in Cleveland Ohio, and helped raise my father. He was one of the funniest, best men I have known in my life. His wife,…

Here’s one of my GREAT grandpa Bobbo (top left) in Italy in 1926 He’s obviously deceased but my grandma (the baby) is still alive and kicking at 89 years old.

My dad and Meow Meow Pussycat, January 1970

I’m the baby doing the Chris Farley impression in the picture, that’s my daddio

My grandpa in Germany in 1947, I love the ridiculous pipe.

love those sandals and those jogger pants! Too bad my feet would look horrendously ugly in those things with my freak finger-toes.

My grandfather (far left) with his parents and brother in 1939, Prague. This was the last family portrait taken before my grandfather escaped to Denmark and the rest of his family went to Auschwitz. His bro (the suave motherfucker on the right) was only family member to survive the Holocaust aside from my…

Dad on the right and on his wedding day.