This is a really good take on the idea from Hutch Harris, lead singer of one of my favorite bands, The Thermals:

A friend on Facebook responded to a similar idea with “We said that during the Bush years, and Green Day went to Broadway, so be careful what you wish for.”

YES. Mine is a Twitter troll come to life, constantly bringing politics into unrelated subjects and trying to start fights. Completely apropos or nothing during dinner on Christmas Eve last years, he asks me “Do YOU think there’s a war on you because you’re a woman?” I try not to engage because it’s really not worth…

YES. I’m not having what the pros call “complete” bowel movements. I shit out grossness but I can tell there’s more, and then my butthole feels itchy. I think it’s because I haven’t been eating my morning oatmeal, because my appetite is nonexistent in the morning since Tuesday. And when I do eat, I’m just picking at…

I ordered a dress not realizing it was a Jessica Simpson one. I was mildly embarrassed at first, but it’s become one of my favorites.

Hey NOM? You can fuck right off with your scare quotes bullshit.

Damn I wish I could clapback like you. Yesterday my conservative troll of a brother-in-law was asked on Facebook how his brother (my husband) was doing. He said he was giving my husband some time to adjust, and then added that he’d gotten me a pantsuit for Christmas but was now “scared” to give it to me. The best I…

Last night I taught my mother the beauty of the “unfollow” button. Use it. Love it. It is your friend.

I woke up at 5:00 am here in MD to the sound of rain. It’s been dreary all day— no sign of this “sun” Obama mentioned.

Bull Durham is one of my all-time favorite movies and used to be my go-to for comfort viewing when things seemed shitty. Maybe it will be again once day, but not now.

This entire election cycle has made me so goddamn grateful for my husband. Today he posted on Facebook, “To be clear, I cast my vote for, not against, today.”

I buy packs of three— one goes in my desk at work, one in my work bag, and one in my everyday bag. And then I keep a jar of Vaseline next to my bed so I can use that in a pinch. I don’t like to ever be more than an arm’s reach from some form of lip balm.

Her words hit closest for me, too. I’m sick of the false equivalency that “they’re both bad.” And I’ve had a stomach ache all damn day.

Me reading the Deadspin responses:

Time to brag: I was at the taping of last night’s Full Frontal and it. Fucking. RULED. Almost the entire crew was wearing “Nasty Woman” shirts (men and women) Sam was full of nervous excitement and energy, and it was so much fun. It really awesome to be surrounded by a bunch of people who were just as scared/hopeful…

He licked his pot brownie off Lauren Ambrose’s head in Can’t Hardly Wait, and then she sucked his toes in Six Feet Under.

I think White Sox fans who are Chicago ex-pats (like Obama) were more likely to cheer for the Cubs. My husband and a few other people I know were raised in Chicago and are Sox fans, but were really excited because what it means to their hometown.

Did you know that I’m not allowed to wear hoop earrings, anymore? Yeah! Two years ago Trump told me hoops earrings were his thing and I wasn’t allowed to wear them anymore.

I once got the stomach flu shortly after eating a quesadilla, and I couldn’t bring myself to eat another one for a year. The phrase “Orange Fanta and Quesadilla Barf Splat” may put me off quesadillas for life.

I want to pre-order that book NOW.