I once worked with a woman (she was part-time) whose husband traveled a lot for his work and she and their kids would often tag along. She had a firm policy that they’d divide the kids and take separate flights, just in case something happened, so that one parent and at least one child would survive on the other…

I am old enough to have experienced several of my fellow gay men die. All of them were cremated without a funeral or service and at some point later there was a memorial service, which turned into a drunken reunion for the survivors. My husband and I are going to do that. I have every intention of predeceasing my…

Yeah, I’m in my 50s and was haphazardly raised Catholic in a very slap-dash way and it was always my understanding that life is sacred and only for God to take away, so no abortion, no suicide, no murder, no war really except for extremely rare circumstances, and no death penalty.

The first time I saw “rocket salad” on a British menu I rolled my eyes hard and asked my British companions, “Have you ever been to this place before? What is their rocket salad, some kind of gimmicky salad with vitamin-rich ingredients or something?” 

But they “have a super tight [I would have hyphenated this] budget, so we end up working with a lot of writers who are just starting in their careers.”

I’m wondering why Princess Beatrice has a super-secret Insta. She is among the least relevant and thirstiest of the sub-royals. I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a pushed ad or 300 for it by now.

And here I thought my husband was the last person on earth with an active Discover account.

I read recently that NYC garbage cans are indeed being stolen. Three or four of them have vanished on the route where I walk my dog, meaning I get to hold the poop bag for longer and longer periods of time. People steal them because you can sell them for scrap and get $50. Whoever’s stealing them almost deserves the…

Behind every nuclear cloud is a silver lining.

Maybe thoughts of being impaled by a beach umbrella will take your mind off whatever stress your family causes you?

You’re in DC, aren’t you? It seems like an especially bleak singles scene. A DC friend (formerly of DC; she finally gave up after sweating out seven years down there) told me once that when she was in her mid-30s she placed an ad somewhere looking for a guy “about the same age” and got a reply from a guy who…

I think they should have the Oklahoma! soundtrack playing on continuous loop and piped into every room, no escape.

If you google “Famous Georgetown alumni” you get a real rogue’s list. Greta van Susteren, Pat Buchanan, Jack Abramoff (Law), now Tiffany Trump (Law), Ivanka did a year or two there before she transferred to Penn...Oh well, Bill Clinton went.

I think you’re thinking of Goldwater in 1964, when she campaigned for him. She was a “Goldwater Girl.”

They’re buried side-by-side in Hyde Park. Shouldn’t be too difficult. I’ll drive if you chip in for gas.

That’s not much of an exaggeration. She’s going to be 88 in less than two weeks.

Maybe they’re getting married at 2 AM on Saturday, the 19th, in Britain, and it will be 9 PM the 18th for us on the East Coast. Or they’re getting married at 6 AM but for Meg’s friends back in LA who got blown off and weren’t invited it would be 10 PM the 18th.

Is that a beloved Christmas tradition in Chicago, in the same way that in New York we go to “The Nutcracker”?

I’m going to start calling my scrotum by Armie Hammer’s name.

I’m in my 50s. I let out a big barking laugh.