That is some grade-A bullshit coming out of Chelsea Manning’s mouth. You can’t really be a woman if you have short hair? Go fuck yourself.

. . . I actually know this.

Eh, theater is a place where people routinely try weird shit. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. Like, I was at first disappointed when I learned that Patrick Stewart played Othello in the 1990s . . . but the director had cast the entire rest of the play as black, and it got some really good reviews. Hell,…

Hey, man, not just amateur groups. I fucking love Jonathan Pryce as an actor, but I am eternally uneasy about the fact that super-white and Welsh him originated the role the French/Vietnamese “Engineer” in Miss Saigon.

This seems like totally over-the-top outrage. The guy is pretty clearly serving up a parody of pickup/bro culture, not trying to victimize women. Seriously, “Don’t tip your waiter or waitress because girls like money?” Sure., maybe it’s not that funny, but it’s not that much worse than very bad SNL skits.

I’ve had two jobs at which I was not hired to be IT, but became the default IT person, in large part because of my willingness to work doggedly until I fixed things. One was at a big law firm, one was at a newspaper.

So you’ve been okay with how much the LDS church hates and abuses homosexuals and women right up until this moment?

My brother gave me my first sex talk. I’d guess I was about seven and he was about twelve.

(the two had apparently continued the fight in the parking lot)

I am not a Hillary fan, but I’ll be damned if that picture isn’t amazing and hilarious.

Something like 90% of stuff Rousey says leads me to the conclusion that she’s an asshole.

HW Bush, 1987:

I had a stint teaching people in a nursing program. Very intro-level stuff. I had, and have since, taught the same course to non-nursing students. I literally won an award for teaching the course the year before my time teaching nursing students.

I got a double BA that included philosophy. Which I genuinely have no regrets about, it’s a very useful field for the curious and adventurous, and I think it served me well.

This whole thing is so goofy, anyway. There’s not really any such thing as “the KKK.” It’s not like they’re the Boy Scouts, where there’s a head office you have to register your chapter. Thom Robb’s group, out of Arkansas, is maybe the biggest, but they’re often just little disorganized clubs, either online or a…

I saw The Mist in the theater, and I love love loved it . . . but I can never watch it again, because I cannot sit through that tortuous ending again.

Screw you, give me my plain and simple tailor Garak any day.

I just haven’t talked to the guy in years. I don’t even know if he’s still a vegan.

I’ve spent a depressing amount of teaching time yelling some equivalent of, “I TOLD YOU FUCKERS TO LOOK UP WORDS AND NAMES YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW!”

I had an hilarious friend whose veganism I found impossible to feel judged by. His explanation was that he was “a meataholic who needed to lay off the sauce.” (He was, uh, a big guy.)