We need to move the needle to get people elected who will support reproductive freedom and appoint judges who feel similarly.

Sometimes people with issues are attracted to screwed-up people, whether that person is their abuser or their “rescuer.”  I would not be at all surprised if that was the case here.

It was a civil case, so he wasn’t going to jail for that anyway.

What exactly did you do to support her in 2016? Stand outside her house with a sign?

A good guy with a gun was definitely needed.

Elvis wasn’t really drafted like a regular schmoe was drafted. 

Interesting list of celeb fails.  Personally, I think I’d stay far away from any food that Flavor Flav had a hand in.

I thought there was one that was within driving distance of me, but their website doesn’t list any in that state, so guess it’s gone. Oh, well.

I didn’t know this had a name, but I’m pretty sure I was melting cheddar cheese on Tostitos in the microwave before Lillian Stone was born.

I was at a 4th of July fireworks event a few years ago, and they played “An American Trilogy”. I’m guessing some guy just randomly picked songs with the word American in them for the playlist, but hearing “Dixie” in that context made me cringe. (Note that this was in a multicultural area in a Northern state, not…

Not Meryl Streep’s most fully-drawn character. 

I like Michelle Pfeiffer, but I can’t see thinking she really deserves tons more Oscar nominations. For what, Grease II?

My husband mostly uses almond milk now, but when he drank regular milk, he would start sniffing it a few days before.  I would drink it whenever as long as it smelled/tasted OK.

I’m envisioning The Rock faux-slapping Chris Rock in the opening.

I really liked My Brave Face. I read something recently that speculated Elvis Costello sort of took the John Lennon role in writing songs with McCartney. I guess it makes sense because Elvis is more cynical and bitter as compared to Sir Paul.

My honeymoon was in the US Virgin Islands, and we had these on a boat trip.  Tasty!

I will need to reference my yearbooks, but it’s extremely likely.

As a middle aged person, I know more than my fair share of Jennifers, and I think zero of them stuck with Jenny after puberty.  They’re all Jen, Jenn, or Jennifer.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a scene that has repeatedly thrilled me more with its sheer joy than when they first hear the song on the radio.

I’m Gen X, and I saw Broadcast News in the theater twice and loved it.  It never occurred to me that there was anything generational about its success.