I think the AP archives these images came from should have been tagged “1960s”, not 1960. Not that First Ladies are necessarily fashion icons but they tended to set and reflect a tone and Mamie Eisenhower was the First Lady in the spring of 1960. And I think the whole time Jackie Kennedy was in the White House it was…

On the rare occasions that I try to read a “Modern Love” column I always find them to be worse than Thought Catalog, and that bar is pretty low. But if they got David Bowie to do the podcasts I would listen.

You are so right. I could eat pizza for every meal until my arteries hardened and I eventually died of heart failure. That said, there is plenty of awful pizza to be had where I live (New York) and Rome is certainly not immune. I once had a Quattro Formaggi in an upscale restaurant in London that still makes me gag…

According to one of the many unsubstantive emails she’s letting her staff and lawyers reveal to investigators she doesn’t know how a fax machine works. I encountered my first fax machine in 1984.

http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2015/…

I figured it was something like that, and I wish you all the best!

I am even a little older than Tina, if you can even imagine such a thing, and when I was your age I was coupled off and had a steady job that I could probably still have but bored. So bored. At 27 I took a risk and moved to a new city (with the other half) and I never looked back. There are people in their 60s and 70s…

I don’t mean this to be insulting but why did you take a Gender and American Lit class in the first place and beg to write about a British text? I had a pretty rigorous undergrad program that was incredibly narrow, 22 courses in the same field, about seven of them with the same prof, who was also my academic advisor,…

Queen Elizabeth II is a notorious corgi owner/hoarder, so how about naming him after a male member of the Royal Family? How about “Harry, the Hot Ginger”?

I still remember my first research paper: the role of women in the Colonial south, a topic I picked. I was 12, a boy, in New England, and my only resources were what I could find at the local library, which was surprisingly well-stocked. I remember three things about it:

My husband expects me to be psychic (“Did you [do X] like I asked you?” “No, because you didn’t ask.”) I have a hallway wall that is just begging for a whiteboard where he could actually write down these top-of-the-head requests that he never actually verbalizes, but he refuses to allow me to get one, because I think…

At least it didn’t say, “And when you saw only two footprints in the sand that was when I carried you.”

Or a Monday Night Football commentator from the Howard Cosell era. Maybe Bicentennial Year 1976.

Thanks for the image of Teddy Bare. My testicles just undescended.

Isn’t black powder also used in firecrackers?

A gay friend of mine recently drunkenly confessed that he would fuck Marco Rubio himself. I, equally drunk, replied that I would sooner castrate myself without anesthesia.

I long ago gave up using asshole as a descriptor because it was so overused, but I think I’ll use parched asshole where appropriate. Has a little extra zing.

“I don’t often eat cookies, but when I do they’re gluten-free.”

Not only is there a dancing bears lamp but the way this was filmed it’s kind of showcased. Maybe she said, “Alright, I’ll do it, but I want my Yogi and Boo Boo in the shot with me at all times.”

If she ran against Mitt Romney in 2012 I would have voted for Mitt Romney, and I’m to the left of Bernie Sanders. At least with Mittens you kind of knew where he was coming from and he instituted the first single-payer health-care system in the country as Governor of Massachusetts, and while Bain sucked the blood out…