Stealing that.

I thought it might be because they were both Catholic (or at least she is).

Nope, Abraham. Wrong patriarch!

Nope! We’re both wrong. It was Abraham, Lot’s uncle. Duh. And I even read that lesson in church not so long ago. Moses wasn’t even in the picture. I’m losing it, I swear.

That’s kind of not fair, though. Think of all the people who will lose their jobs because of this monster asshole. Then again, I feel like Moses begging God not to destroy Sodom because there might be ten people there who aren’t xenophobic raping assholes.

Yeah, well, if you’re British, you’re the ones who dropped the Oxford comma and use “that” and “which” the wrong way round.

As a professional editor, I agree that anyone who writes (and is paid to write) for publication should get another pair of eyes to look over her article.

Yeah...we sit down and eat together almost every single night, as we’ve done for the past twenty-six years. And not junk food, either. But we don’t have kids, so we’re not a Real American(tm) family. I’m always being slapped in the face with that in one way or another.

I’ve gotten to the point where I’m thinking, “I really like X. Please, please, don’t let X have harassed/groped/fondled anyone ever.”

I married the guy I met at 19. We’re still happy 28 years later. But it’s such a crapshoot that I want to tell my nieces not to turn their lives upside-down for any guy, ever.

I’ve found that being paid by the word (edited or written) puts an end to all of this foolishness.

I don’t think mariachi bands use bongoes.

Missed it somehow.

Who did she say that about?

Oh, since late last year I have given up all hope of ever being “well” again.

That’s too long and there are too many consonants.

Awesome. I guess I’m heartless and insensitive, because I don’t see what the big deal was. I thought it was hilarious and kind of cathartic.

It’s possible that the friend in letter 1 isn’t really all that self-centered. Maybe she thinks prattling on about something entirely unrelated will help take her sick friend’s mind off her pain and anxiety. It sounds as if it was very much the wrong thing to do, but perhaps her heart was actually in the right place.

As I share a house (and just about everything else) with a (mostly) non-obnoxious atheist, I’ve trained myself to say “Gesundheit,” because he’s made it clear to me that any religious blessing, however benign AND COMPLETELY NOT INTENDED TO TURN HIM INTO A GIBBERING, SNAKE-HANDLING HOLY ROLLER, will make him shriek and…

I didn’t know who Kathy Griffin was before this whole kerfuffle, and now I’m a fan.