The only way this headline would be misleading is if it said “Donald Trump Revokes Order That Protects All Women in the Workforce.” Women who work for federal contractors are, in fact, in the workforce and will be affected by this repeal.

I think if anyone here has issues, it’s the guy who thinks that someone who believes women are people is a “fucking idiot.”

All these anger issues aren’t going to help you find a wife either, pal. I understand its frustrating that nobody will have sex with you, but no need to take it out on an internet stranger. It’s also really adorable that you fucknuts think being called an SJW somehow hurts our feelings.

Oh, don’t worry, he’s on it. He’ll catch up to W. in no time.

It’s possible you’re not married because women are independent human beings who don’t like being told who they can and can’t interact with. Just a thought.

You’re going to need to be more specific.

I had a friend in high school named Faith Meadows, full name Faith Sureis Harmony Inprairie Meadows. You may be unsurprised to learn she was born in a commune.

Chairman Meow loves me more than anything in the world, and the feeling is mutual.

Your mistake is in thinking Trump knows how to use the Google. Someone would have to sit him down and explain what vituperative means. Loudly and slowly. Using small words. And possibly finger puppets.

And now I’m weeping at work. WEEPING. Is this a memorial for Howard Ashman?

If Trump has his way, it’ll be “C” for Cancelled.

Someone’s being awfully generous!

I don’t want to cat-brag (I totally want to cat-brag) but look at this magnificent boy. I’ve always thought he looks a lot like Snarf from the Thundercats.

My cat is the same. He also cries if I don’t lay on the couch in such a way that he can be the little spoon to my big spoon.

So tiny! My Chairman Meow is 26 pounds and looks like an oversized ottoman in loafcat position. (He’s not a fatty, he’s a Maine Coon).

I like the cut of your jib.

I bet you’re a lot of fun at parties.

*your

Yup. It’s horrifying.

At least I didn’t say Jumpin’ Jesus, my trout.