One could also ask how the hell Teen Vogue became a place for solid political reporting. Strange days, my friend.

FUN FACT: The Panama Canal served as Reagan’s “build the wall” in his race for President in 1976. He told lies so bold about the canal that John Fucking Wayne was threatening to kick his ass.

Seriously. And just wait for US DOE’s “study” on how reductions of coal-fired electricity generation are hurting grid stability. I wish I had a dick so I could punch myself in it.

Trump conveniently neglected to mention this mine is for metallurgic coal for making steel, not for electricity.

Smart people on ice!

I normally *hate* strip clubs but I admit that I had a fucking fantastic night at one in DC once. I was there on business while working at a miserable job. We’d all gone to dinner and kvetched and drank way too much wine. While walking back to my hotel, I decided that what I really needed at that drunken moment was a…

I ordered a piece of cake after dinner last week and I informed the waitress that swimsuit season was coming and I was trying to pack on an extra 15 lbs. She looked at my ample frame, raised her eyebrows, and shook her head.

Owen loves his mother!

Media doesn’t have any sex scenes in the book, IIRC. However, Gillian gets to seduce men and women as Stella Gibson on the BBC series “The Fall,” if you haven’t seen it.

PREACH!

Same same! Sometimes I’m more sanguine about it than others - I’ve got my dog, friends, a good job. But I’m also sick of family (and some friends) who constantly ask me, “Sooooooo, are you seeing anyone?!”

I purposely chose a school with no Greek system for undergrad. One of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

$608 !

I really enjoyed the movie but that part brutalized me.

Hmmm, you’re right. The days have become interminable, punctuated only by the constant stream of bad news.

I guess the one upside to our new dystopian hellscape is that time flies - I swear it seems like just a few weeks ago that Bey announced her pregnancy.

To quote Archer, “I’m so wet I could literally drown a toddler in my panties right now.”

Don’t worry, it was just “locker room talk.”

That sounds like my own personal version of hell. I assiduously avoid places where there are televisions on, especially with sound. Airports are usually the worst offenders.

Well, “bad” is subjective, and your instincts to gift us with Tom Hardy plus dog are on point.