He’d need to step down if he violated a policy that outlaws sleeping with your subordinates, and if that it’s a fireable offense.

If you’re worried about hangovers killing the party vibe, wouldn’t Jan 1st be the worst day?

I understand why Christie finds bathroom situations confusing.

The old stadium was a piece of shit but it had a personality and it had an atmosphere. I prefer it to the new one.

It hurts me because it’s true.

The only kid that enjoyed that game was Little Jack Bauer.

“Other times it’s not fair: The old “wine is bullshit” trope paints an entire drink with a broad, obviously fallacious brush, and encourages people to just give up on something they may enjoy instead of learning about it.”

Not hitting anyone is a good rule, but knowing how society views a man that hits a woman, versus a man who hits a man, I can understand why a father would drive the “don’t hit girls” message hard to his son.

Are we actually talking about an “Old Slice of Fruitcake from Princess Diana’s Wedding,” or is this just another name for Trump?

I don’t get how Matheny was being “a grumpy sourpuss.” I just see him standing up for his players, and you even concede that everything he said is true.

Trump’s a dangerous fool, and Brady’s a dumb football person who probably has dumb views, but I also couldn’t work up a lather over the Trump-Brady connection or the quotes from earlier in the week.

I learned it from the website, Persephone, in an article entitled “Listening While Feminist: A Defense of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’.”

Ok. So if you’re acknowledging the song “wasn’t written to be about intentional, coercive sexual violence,” in what way is the song problematic or inappropriate?

Well, then congratulations on your assimilation with the hive mind! Bzzzzzz!

“Mostly correct, but the “say, what’s in this drink” line really is about how deliberately strong he made the drink and how she is feeling the alcohol. “

“ . . . Two people singing for several minutes about how ‘they’ll just have to tell everyone he overpowered her and had his way with her’”

The guy is a creep, but he wasn’t applying your quoted descriptor to himself. He was saying, “I’m not into her, and neither are moderately attractive, fair-minded youngish heterosexual dudes.”

I’m not following.

I express my self-loathing through recreational drug use and emotionally distant relationships. For those whose self-hate manifests by listening to sports radio, I’ve got to ask . . . is this Mike Francesca’s idea of absurdist schtick, or he is he just the dumbest, simplest, motherfucker on the planet?

“Yeah, uh, you’re kind of a pussywimp manboy if you don’t change your own oil.”