In other news, Paul is dead.

I’m not even slightly embarrassed about liking You’ve Got Mail.

I think you’re forgetting about the NDP candidate who made a dick joke at Auschwitz.

I do not need an image in my head of Il Douche dropping an Il Deuce.

Boy, I wish someone had warned me about that before I hit 35 and developed the ability to grow a full and luscious beard overnight.

It’s weird how she can seemingly neither open her eyes nor close her mouth.

Dump them on the sidewalk in front of the nearest Trump building and have them run over by a bulldozer?

Great idea! RBG could’ve retired, then the Republicans would have TWO Obama nominations to refuse to consider!

I’ve been thinking of my mother a lot today, too. When she went to university in the 1960's her school was still segregated by gender. The women’s school was called a college while the men’s was a university, conferring a higher amount of prestige on one school over the other even though the requirements were the…

I’m incensed by “I can help who’s next.” THAT IS GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT.

Are we the same person?

After the Great Castigation, they ended up having to cancel a lot of their American concerts and filled up their tour with more Canadian stops, including my smaller city. Going to that concert was easily one of the top 5 experiences of my life. It was political, and raucous, and feminist and just a great time. Natalie…

I dressed up as a basket of deplorables:

First shift a trip a new retail job and I really have to fart, so I sneak over to a deserted section of the store and let it fly. Of course, it ends up being A Fart That Could End a Marriage, and someone comes over looking for help about three seconds later.

When I went in 2009, the Vatican toilets were the only free ones I found in all of Italy. I was way more excited than I should have been.

And we had a big picture window in our front room. He may have been watching me through that window while he talked to me. Uggggh.

I think my radar was broken as a child. For the most part, I was super friendly and almost too affectionate; I’d climb onto random old dude’s laps because they reminded me of my Grandpa. On the other hand, my grandparents had a cleaning lady that was - by all accounts - the nicest woman in the world, and I was…

He was a completely random creep. He never did confess to how he got our names and phone numbers.