Agree. I was shouting at my TV to try and make him stop. It was painful.

I am so over him and this was the final nail in the coffin. His hubris at thinking (and saying! On Trevor Noah!) that he is the best person for this job is MINDBLOWING.

This makes me want to smash things on your behalf. 

Can you IMAGINE how that would feel all night? Ahhhhhh......I’m already dreading what contraption I am squeezing myself into when I MC a gala coming up. I would freaking love to have the courage to pull off a tux in this style. 

My husband only had a few days off when our first baby was born, and was back at work that same week, and I had a really, really tough delivery and a severe birth injury and was incapacitated.

I experienced this in the most painful levels running for office. The sexism from men was off the charts, of course, but the cruelty from some of the other Democratic women was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Everyone was jockeying for scraps because there were so few women in power. And there was this weird band…

This past weekend I had a dressy event, but it also snowed, because midwest. I can’t tell you how subversive I felt by choosing to wear FLATS to this event. I must have asked my husband three times, “oh jeeze, do I look okay just wearing these shoes? Every other woman is in heels.” (Of course he was like, yes wtf are…

Again, can you imagine having the chutzpah of a white man like Buttigieg.

Guys I don’t ask for much around here, but I have been gray for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS. Come someone—an alien even! I don’t care—UNGRAY ME?

Please flesh this out and write the best-selling novel which will then be turned into a screenplay and win an Oscar. I believe in you.

I aim to please! And it’s funny because it’s true, you know it is.

I totally wonder if there has been an uptick in sightings/visits since Trump took office? Like, even they can’t believe the shit that is happening and need to come in for a closer look.

For sure my husband was rubbing and pressing and trying to get rid of plugged milk ducts for me. And he was in charge of the breast pump: packing it up for me so it was all ready to go when I was running out the door to rehearsals, and taking it from my hands as I walked back in, to store the milk, clean and sterilize…

I still have a little scar on my breast from my first bout with it. The pain of mastitis is SO BAD that I didn’t even notice or feel that the microwaved heat thingy I was using for warm compresses was so hot it was burning my skin. I literally burned a blister onto my breast but did not notice, because the mastitis pai…

I don’t “feel” anything warm between these two. They seem like the fakey fake couples in my town who are super social but who secretly hate each other behind closed doors.

Yes it is like that!

Nope, Irish/English/Polish mutt. So double WTF.

I’m married to an ageless fucker like this. Pretty soon, I worry people will point at us as a couple, sighing tenderly over how that nice young man takes care of his elderly Aunt.

I remember thinking the day after the election, holy crap Trump is going to be in the Hall of Presidents, and somehow that made it so real, so fast.

Fantastic analogy!