So, I personally know women (I never said all) who frequently get angry and indignant about ANY indication of men judging/objectifying women, but then the VERY SAME women turn around and rudely mock men’s physical appearance. Laugh/make fun of/treat rudely a less-than-perfect guy who had the nerve to try to talk to…

Before the election, I never used, or even looked at, Twitter. Could not figure out the appeal of a social media app that seemed to be the equivalent of overhearing snippets of stranger’s conversations as you go about your own life; some are funny, some are ridiculous, most are just nothing at all, and nearly all have…

Just a small example of a double standard that I see often these days and which bothers me: Women acting as if it is horrible and wrong (which it is) to ‘fat-shame’ or in any other way make a woman feel that her body is not up to some ridiculous Barbie Doll/Centerfold standards...but then turning around and passing…

Agree! I feel very annoyed when they start playing it before Thanksgiving, and then kind of melancholy when it’s gone by Boxing Day.

We need the Founding Fathers to come back from the dead, only huge, like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in Ghostbusters. They would appear on the day of the inauguration and go thundering down the streets of D.C. until they reach the Capital. Then we will see that Giant George Washington is holding Hillary Clinton like…

Something in what you say here brought to mind the deplorable human beings in NORTHERN states who insist on displaying the confederate flag. Ok, if you are from the south, you can attempt to mask your racism with a lame excuse about regional pride...I suppose. But if you are from Iowa or Michigan (my home state, where…

I actually met him briefly many years ago, back in the day when he was a noted germophobe and would shake no one’s hand. And when he was nothing but a New York ‘character’. Good God. If you would have told the 17 years younger me that it would come to this, nothing would have made me believe you.

The elevator in our apartment building is panelled in dark wood and there were a number of years when both my kids would jump up and down everytime we got in, so they could watch the lights from their shoes bounce off the walls. It was awesome.

If you grow up Catholic and go to church every week, where they constantly talk about dying while you stare at a big crucifix with Jesus limply hanging on it with nails in his hands and feet and blood running down his face and stomach, you get the idea of death pretty well instilled in you by 4.

I too let my daughter dress herself from the time she expressed interest in it (around 4). Sometime it was a tutu with sweatpants, sometimes sequined dress with her Wonder Woman costume (cloth) wristbands...and nearly always with light-up sneakers. I always loved seeing the outfits she put together and I still…

Right? That was awful. What does he have a child for, part of his set design?

First thing I thought when I saw them was that they all look like living Monster High dolls.

I started to reply to what you wrote, then my phone rang (as I was writing on it) and I boneheadedly published what I started and can’t figure out how to erase it.

Very interesting to read about your experiences with LDS! I have an off-handed weird fascination with them, beginning with reading Mikel

I’m in a very Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf relationship with NYC. It’s the George to my Martha. I rant and insult it on a daily basis, and often truly hate it...but deep down, I’m afraid that I’m ruined for living anyplace else.

Abomination. Big League!

I agree with you about it taking an evil person to spit in someone’s food. And having been a server in my younger years, I was always surprised by how working in the food industry can bring out evil streaks in some otherwise nice people.

Maybe you read the first sentence the way I did at first, as if Inspector had, at one time, been annoyed with people because they voted for Hillary, but now no longer was?

Just when Melania thought she might get a four year reprieve from living in that God-awful-eyesore-shrine to the saying, “Money Can’t Buy Taste”.

Dear Pam,