Debbie is just as venal as her candidate. Why isn’t this making bigger news?

No. She was speaking in a layered homage to the name of the festival (Berlinale) as well as the extremely famous quote from JFK (“Ich bin ein Berliner,”) and then paraphrasing it to include a further inclusive reference to Africa. The ahistorical illiterates who missed the reference in the rush to call her racist need…

And that makes the “foot-washing” ceremony at Immaculate Heart of Mary, where I survived grade school as an atheist in the mid-80s, eeeeven better.

And the giraffe was all, “git you some."

A late student of mine suffered from the ravaged of HIV-induced nausea. He frequently sought treatment at the hospital by his and my home, St. Ann’s. The doctors and nurses equally frequently deprived him of nausea medication and lactated ringer’s solution to rehydrate him. On my way to the restroom, I heard one…

And the fact that nobody *else* can stand yours is no reason to condemn getting the fuck away from the eons-old patriarchy-favoring monogamy standard.

Bahaha ohhhh that takes me back to Cuyahoga Falls High School. I remember there were so many horrid girls with ash blonde hair - haystackish in cut, too, just like La Barbie’s. Vile. Add the lace skirts and voila: my bêtes noire. You know, I don’t think they were cool enough to have gone so goth that they’d gone…

It’s funny, America didn’t respond to mass drownings in Hurricane Katrina by mass registration for swimming lessons and mass purchases of small rafts. I wonder why that might be.

Can’t come soon enough for me. “But I need to hunt to feed my family!” someone will sputter. Fine. Show me your permit, and the Department of Natural Resources will issue a hunting rifle and will recollect it each day along with verifying the day’s hunt. There ya go.

Oh dear. Sweetheart, I am so very sorry. What a heartbreaking emptiness you must be feeling right now. It is good that you are talking about it. Continue to talk. Let people know what is happening, share what you need emotionally and practically, so that you are not left feeling isolated.

It’s OK, lovey - my first exposure to David Tennant was Harry frigging Potter. But after Broadchurch, I’m in full swoon.

My son, a vehement Michael-dear-god-never-Mike-or-Mikey, very much agreed with this sentiment. An errant and well-meaning camp counselor tried to greet him familiarly with “hey, Mike da Mike da Mike __” and was met with all the withering icicle scorn a nine year old could muster up as kiddo sneered, “It’s MICHAEL.”

Tina Belcher’s gonna do it, and she’ll throw in Jimmy Jr’s butt for free.

I must be a world-class schmendrick...I saw a cookie. :)