No they do not! My best friend is a dude, and he was absolutely in my wedding party. Nobody cares!

She just got a head start on that odious "trash the dress" photoshoot that's so trendy last year or whatever.

Aw, you can just imagine them thinking about how much damn money they spent on all those dance lessons and they ARE going to GET IT RIGHT, dammit!

I hope she had a really big bouquet.

This is the comment that started the whole ball rolling:

I'm not too concerned with the optics. That was never my argument, though others have mentioned it.

You've still failed to point out where exactly *I've* been dishonest, which is the crux of your beef with me, apparently. And yeah, I have a lot of shitty days, but I still manage to comport myself like a thinking human with a decent heart. Which is more than I can say for a significant proportion of the commentariat…

Let me get this straight: if I can dissect your comments to find out where you think I've been lying, it's my assertion that sometimes people here have dissenting opinions and they can find themselves being attacked for them. Is that it? Is that the dishonesty of which you accuse me? Because it seems pretty…

Hey, don't shoot the shivery messenger- IT is said, etc. Definitely not *I* said, because any weather that freezes my exposed face-parts in 30 seconds is BAD WEATHER.

If only there had been "Und now is vhen ve dance on Sprockets!" I would have been so happy. But Wayne's World was the best! (Okay, and Goth Talk would have been very welcome too.)

I'm okay with the Californians for about one-quarter of the air time devoted. Like, WHY do they show the fake credits-opener four times?? The jokes do not get better by being repeated ad nauseum, Lorne!

True. 'Course, he then turned himself into a sticker-book of tattoos, but to each his own. (Would bang.)

I miss her too, but she left a great legacy in more than just comedy. Tonight is my weekly visit to Gilda's Club, which she founded so that nobody with cancer would have to live through it alone. There are charming images of her everywhere in the club house, and even the rooms are named after some of her best lines.

This weekend, Toronto was colder than the North Pole, no joke. It's said that there's no such thing as bad weather, only bad gear, but DAMN.

Suspiciously smooth = Photoshopped. Way back in the day (I am old) I worked at a place that did photo retouching for ads and catalogues, and men's underwear pics always came in with the directive "remove bumps". The meat-n'-potatoes three bumps were just too vulgar or whatever, and so one smooth bump was painstakingly…

Wow, this is a physical transformation right up there with early Alexander McQueen (pale, tubby, awkward) to later Alexander McQueen, when he turned himself into the kind of guy he'd himself like to fuck.

I made no dishonest comments. Not here, not anywhere, not ever. This is an extremely important thing to me.

Nope, far be it for anyone to actually read the real words we wrote and admit that nothing was all that bad. I had an idea that this might happen when I waded in to speak up for you, but so what. Still wouldn't stand by and watch someone's mild and justified critique be conflated to what they're accusing you of here.…

You're right, BarackEbola- you've made some erudite and important contributions around here. You also confound in your lack of reading comprehension. You've missed my point several times. You've ascribed lies and judgements to me, things I never said.

And now that I've defended you, BarackEbola has jumped in to accuse me of saying things I didn't say, etcetera. The mob mentality around here is amazing. Remember the old days of commenting when it was an earned privilege to be allowed to comment at all, and the Ban Hammer came for those who couldn't stay within…