Anita Hill, while we’re at it. She martyred her career to try to save America.

The way that their female stand-in getting sidelined is what really brought home to me is that these guys will never learn. The really old ones can’t give a fuck about optics, because everything in their experience has told them they’re invincible.

This just underlines why I think the biggest contribution to equality is teaching boys that they can say in homosocial situtions, “hey, not cool.” I don’t think the Kavanaugh stuff was really about sex, but about impressing the other dudes. Which, gross.

The suspense in this episode was just mesmerizing. Most shows I watch have a hold-your-breath, what-are-they-going-to-DO?!? maybe a few times a season, but it happened 3 or 4 times in just this past hour.

Huzzah!!

I’m keeping myself for my robot husband.

Okay, everybody, let this be ANOTHER reminder that during the revolution, we need to remember to burn Yale and—while we’re at it—Harvard to the ground.

Maggie gyllenhaal has been killing it in these first few episodes for me. She’s pivoted the sadness and vulnerability of the first season that made me so uncomfortable to juuuuust towards a dawning of a person thinking she deserves respect. Her face when that potential mentor dismisses “whores” as actors deserves all…

Good tweezers are fucking expensive! Anytime they touch anything less fine than an eyebrow hair, it’s game over and you might as well be stabbing uselessly at your forhead with a pair of steak tongs.

I dunno, I thought it was interesting. I went eight years ago and had jet-lag my first night, so I woke up crazy early anyway. I’d never seen the evaluation of tuna quality where they hold it up to the light, taste it and argue about it. Perhaps it’s changed since then.

I’m so glad to see the Staten Island scene. I watched that and thought, Oh, maybe they won’t kill each other in their sleep, driven by mutual rage. Still, anything to do with work for either character made that vein in my forehead throb. So dumb.

Forget neutering Hitler’s daddy, I’m gonna grab my time machine, a chinchilla coat and a halter dress and hit the late ‘70's NYC club scene!

I quite like it. I’ve got an espresso machine in my office so I grind four to six times a week and it reliably makes a powdery grind. It’s a pain in the ass to clean, so if you clean after each grind, it may not work. I do it once a month but haven’t noticed an off taste, myself.

My side hustle is demoing KitchenAid stuff and the burr grinder they sent me kicked my Cuisinart grinder’s ass. (This is not a paid promotion.)

Aw, c’mon man. People are going to die and lose their homes. Death and destruction aren’t going to check voter registration first.

Georgia State pats itself on the back so hard for mediocre outcomes that it injures? Sounds about right.

Oh, I’ve got my riot aaaaaall planned out if they don’t make the cut. Granted, I’m a podcast listener, so it mostly consists of angry muttering into my travel mug as I sit on public transportation. Mutterers unite!!

I get that, but none of these concerned patriots are ashamed or fearful enough of their raddled puppet to do anything. As long as the results of this presidency serve the good of the wealthy, nobody does shit. I hope I’m wrong and this book will be a catalyst. It’s my naivety that I’ve been surprised by the…

Gravlax or GTFO.

The excerpts I’ve read don’t really tell anything surprising. The maddening thing is that these secret, embedded “heroes” for the most part agree with what Trump is doing, they just want him to look less of a buffoon. Politely rolled out terrible policy is still terrible policy.