Oh man, Let Him Fly. What a great song. Here's another Patty Griffin song for you: When It Don't Come Easy. It's one of my all-time favorite songs, and it can be a weepy one, for sure.

Yup. The first time I heard Don't You Remember was when I saw footage of a live performance of it on tv. I quickly hit record, and for weeks afterward I kept it and would play it whenever I wanted to cry it out.

I might disagree with you about them not being nefarious, because I actually do think that Fox in particular has waged a purposeful — and successful — campaign to shift its viewers perceptions.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Can the Jezebel editors take this comment and put it somewhere prominent on the site as a permanent feature?

This song is horning in on the space already occupied by Take Me As I Am, Wyclef Jean. Not as dance-floor friendly, but much better lyrics, sung by both a man and a woman. Sample best lyrics ever: when I was rockin jellies and had a little belly, who woulda thought you'd think I was sexy. And also: this one goes…

Fucking finally.

And there it is. The whole enchilada. You laid it out as well as I've ever seen it all laid out in one coherent explanation.

Yes, I thought her comment was spot-on.

I think you've got it, exactly. Their language tells a lot. That part of his quote about "normalized" is so telling.

Land's End cashmere is the workhorse of my winter wardrobe. I basically wear a uniform of cardis and turtles for work for the whole winter, and over the 5 or so years since I adopted that uniform, my Land's End sweaters have across the board held up better than those I got at Nordstrom, Bloomingdales, and other…

I think that every woman should do what she decides is the right choice for her and her husband. I used to be stridently opposed to anybody name changing (and I still can't imagine a situation in which I would change mine), but I've mellowed on it as I've aged. I'm also okay with everybody having an opinion about…

I clicked over the the NYT article, and that actually phrases it the same way at one point. For shame, Gray Lady.

Your dad should team up with my mom — she considers it her personal mission in life to bring the Sacagawea coin to the people. She hands little stacks of them to cab drivers and leaves mini-towers on restaurant tables. And she loves it if she gets some resistance, because it's a chance to teach someone about them. …

All Jewel-Oscos that have coinstar machines have that. If you put the value onto a Jewel-Osco gift card, no fee. If you do it to cash or to one of the other 50 choices of gift cards, some percentage is deducted.

I feel like you might appreciate the sign whose memory I treasure. Spotted shortly after 9/11, in the window of a 24-hour pancake place on Irving Park Road, Chicago: "God" Bless America!!!

Oh, lawd. Any reference to Spencer and his crystals is guaranteed to keep me in stitches for the whole day. And the rest of these are worth their weight in gold (coins).

Give my regards to soul and romance, they always did the best they could.

I had a friend whose due date was June 6, 2006.

When I was a kid, I was obsessed with the idea that actors on soap operas and in movies were really married to each other. I used to lie awake at night thinking about it. But my 8-year-old self figured out what these do-dos apparently haven't: character names. It's all about the names you say. Do you, TAD, take…