My fantasy lunch date would have been with these two women, plus Tina Fey and the late Nora Ephron. With Nora cooking.

Hrm. Married.

I did love Anna’s piece on Superstar Machine, but for me, NOTHING can top her dispatches from the conspiracy theorists’ cruise. That was such an amazing bundle of WTF delivered in a thoughtful and calm way.

My inner Marlene is Prussian, but has been in Hollywood, so a soft “J”, rather than yunky. Kind of a “shjunkee”.

I leighanned my pinnock playing corn hole over the 4th of July. I did the ice/heat combo for a couple days and my pinnock was back in action.

spokesman Gary Fishman claimed to the Post that the chain “is not a so-called ‘breastaurant,’”

I highly doubt that happens to women who are genuinely smart.

It really, really, reeeeeaaaaally bugs him that he failed to win the popular vote.

What amazes me is his supporters don’t care. They just think he is smart. A lot of people believe if you are rich you must be smart. They don’t realize most wealth is the dumb luck to have been born into the right family. See Trump, Donald. I have told several people I know about his bankruptcies and other failings…

She’s doing better. She’s actually starting to bully her sister Stormeggdon the Dark Lord of All. And I’m starting to let her go naked when I’m home. So, be happy for Lady Gaga the cat!

Actually, you should feel bad for Lady Gaga the cat. She over grooms because her previous owner was killed by her boyfriend over the summer. Then Lady Gaga had to go to a foster home where the other cats bullied her. Then she had to move to another state to live with me. Immediately after the move she was fixed. She…

I have a cat named Lady Gaga. She has to wear pajamas because of her over grooming. You can feel bad for her. And also think she is adorable.

Mandatory Simpsons’ reference;

I wish someone would come up with shithead conversion therapy that could turn people like Pence into normal, caring people. Because unlike being homosexual, being a shithead is a choice.

I mean, how can it be anything other than this week?

A couple years ago my mother informed me that I was named after “Jory” from the sequel to “Flowers in the Attic”

Saving my virginity until marriage

I am so sorry for you loss. This is a list written from one mom to another after they both lost their children to cancer. While losing a child must be a special kind of hell, your description of your grief made me think of this list. Internet hugs to you.

I lost my husband to melanoma 4.5 years ago. He had just turned 50, and I was 10 years younger. I am better now, and even got extremely lucky in finding a rather amazing, patient love again 8 months ago, but I am still a mess in spots.

Empowering is a word I fucking hate. “I feel so empowered by this.” Oh, go fuck your cinnamon bagel and leave the rest of us alone.