*I’m* a Chicagoan who grew up in Nebraska! [high five] [Also yes driving across NE blows.]

I tapered for months and months, breaking my pills in half and then quarters, staying on those teeny dosages for a while before stopping altogether. Once I finally did, I experienced dizziness but thankfully not much else. It’s been 5 years now, and I’ve been med free that whole time, though there have been times when…

He said that. In 1992. In San Francisco. :| Let’s see, how many people died of AIDS in California in ‘92... looks like 7,000+? Meanwhile, LA is on fire from the race riots, but oh, Murphy Brown being a single mother is the real problem. Got it.

Me too... I DEFINITELY opened the notes for that post and was not disappointed. So bizarre.

Very true! XD

How very Churchillian:

It’s like Spinal Tap. “You’re being racist.” “What’s wrong with being racy?”

Harolds >>>> Honey Butter

Wowwwwwwww

Oooo thanks for the recs! :D

OMG! I would have been low-key freaking out! XD

It’s honestly a very engaging and interesting read. She’s a wonderful biographer.

Do it! And for the love of god, please have a good vacation for all of us!

The fanciest dick cheese of them all!

It will really make you view what’s currently happening in politics and journalism differently. TR became a successful politician because he recognized the power of the press and embraced it. He also became president at the time that investigative journalism was really starting and able to reach and inform people…

Nellie Taft... <3 <3 <3 I’ve been reading Dorris Kearn Goodwin’s excellent book “The Bully Pulpit” about Teddy Roosevelt, William Taft, and muckraking journalism and have fallen in love with the Tafts. I really admire Nellie’s integrity and sense of adventure. How fitting that she was the first First Lady in Vogue.

OMG that is so freaky... DEFINITELY not the original audio! D:

PREACH!

All you have to do to get land from Native Americans in 2016 is run an oil pipe through it.

Seriously!!! He resembles him sooo much. I know people were up in arms when Mia Farrow suggested Frank was his father but... well, the proof is in the pudding, as they say.