I often entertain a fantasy where someone convinces Lindsey that life of lies isn’t worth it and he comes clean about being gay, about all the corruption of SC GOP, about 45 and he resigns from political life to have a pocket square company or what the fuck ever. He can be promised Charleston Pride Parade Grand…

I grew up in “May-retta” and went to grad school at NYU, where I shared charming stories about the Big Chicken in a carefully calibrated accent with my fellow students (most of whom came from undergrad Ivies and with whom—while very smart people—I never felt under-prepared from my public school, southern education)…

She’s gonna curb stomp him and then he’ll make a dumb joke and America will forget what she just said and we’ll have sit through another fucking round of articles on likability.

God, I know. She’ll say something that has needed saying in the public discourse for forever and then follow up with, and the answer to fix this is . . . magic!

I clicked on the link to that news because that is exactly something the state legislature would try to do to Atlanta, and whoo boy, is that a fucking dumb idea. Keep it real, J-ville.

I think that last scene had extra pathos because we know what’s coming for them (the fall of the USSR, the economic collapses, corruption and eventually Putin) and they gave up everything except for each other for a dream. I still say Elizabeth grabbing their rings from the secret “real” wedding is one of the most…

Damn. Daya’s so dumb. 

Ohhhhhhh, this one acts up my PTSD. I just moved into a new place and realized the dumbass flipper I’d bought it from had left an OPEN HOLE TO THE CRAWLSPACE behind a cabinet, a.k.a. The Hellmouth. After coming out the first morning to find chicken wing bones all across my kitchen (I’m from Atlanta) I had my garbage…

IKR? I forget for years at a time that Jacksonville has more than one and a half million people. I went there for a conference a while ago and a German colleague was looking out at the Jacksonville “skyline” and he asked, “So this is America?”

I dated a guy going to Ole Miss (ick) in the late ‘90s and went with him to an pre-game alumni event that was the “Heritage Ball” that featured servers—who were all black—decked out in white gloves. I was from Atlanta, and I was shocked by that overtly racist bullshit. I repeat: I was from Georgia, and I was appalled…

I know I’ve commented on this before, but I’ve always thought the actor who plays Luisa has always done such a great job portraying a deeply flawed person who genuinely loves the people in her life, but whose addictions hurt those relationships. I think a lot of people experience someone like that but you rarely see…

I’m glad they left. Now GSU’s got a stadium and the activity over in Summerhill has been amazing. If I want to see a baseball game, I’ll bebop up to Midtown and watch the Yellow Jackets. 

Oh, hey, y’all liked this! Can someone get me the fuck out of the greys? I have some hot takes about sumo wrestling to share.

I was a little horrified by this description. I grew up in Cobb (don’t worry, I got out) and I know it’s bad, but I didn’t know it was famously bad.

Oh, it is very common. The president at my school makes 1000x what the lowest paid worker does; like he’s a corporate raider CEO.

Oh, and whenever we talk about terrible football program administration, may “Baylor” always automatically come up in the conversation.

Is the WYTS for the Falcons closed? . . . I have edits.

That courtroom scene was absurd.

Oh, and it’s global corruption. Fun fact: I looked up the company who own the company that made the majority of the opioids themselves and saw that their “HQ” is in Ireland to avoid taxes. Grift and then grift again.

I’m in the South, too, and since the election, I’ve been doing my best not to let something slide that is said around/to me. In the past, particularly in homosocial groups, I’d hear something and think, that’s kinda racist/misogynistic . . . , but not speak up, to my shame. I do it now, even if it’s just, hey, y’all,…