Please, I have pantyhose that is older than 32. Come back when you’ve got 3 more decades and we’ll talk.

This reminded me of the great Olympia Dukakis in Moonstruck: Cosmo, no matter what you do, you’re gonna die....

Totally. I tell the story all the time. I thought it was HYSTERICAL.

So, I have long grey curly hair and, at one point, I had a dog who was also going grey and had a curly coat. I was walking her one day by the local HS and one kid turned around to look at us, then said: OMG, that lady dyed her hair to match her dog.

I got a set of Lodge saute pans with a Dutch oven as a wedding gift 32 years ago. I think I have reseasoned them twice in all that time. And, frankly, you don’t NEED to use soap—they are really non-stick after a while.

I thought of this today when I saw an article on Slate saying that a movie about Michael Jackson is being made with Joseph Fiennes playing Michael.

+ all the stars.

Oh, those shoulder pads—how I miss them. These look like they extend a good 4" beyond her shoulders.

Wait, you can have kids who are over 40?

You have to wonder how candidates are going to deal with, say, Putin, when they get their panties in a twist every time someone asks them a simple question.

“If you love the Constitution like I do, you have to be willing to kill it. For its own good.”

The perfect Republican reply: “Problems? What problems? Well, if you are going to define problems like THAT...profits falling by $1B even AFTER the merger..THAT’S A GOTCHA QUESTION!”

To Hale: I am with you. Why on earth would I give a s*it about what someone I have never met may think about me? It baffles me

My husband grew up (as I did) in a large, very religious Catholic family. Whenever he was traveling or taking an exam, his grandmother would get her whole prayer group on the job.

What scares me (and I speak, as you do, as someone related to these folks) is their abiding sense that they have been SCREWED in some way.

My nephew (17) asked me why I was so flushed. I told him I was having a hot flash. He jumped up, yelled “Jesus Christ!” and ran out of the room.

As I read this, I thought of a piece I read on Slate today, about Hillary Clinton’s ‘likeability’ and what that meant—that there is no way for her to behave in public that doesn’t call down criticism on her head and that she continues to choose a public life—and that, in choosing to do so, she is labelled as a monster…

I still buy from J. Peterman—but I am a little sad that they are going to photographs rather than illustrations of the products. That copy really SOLD you, man.

As I typed, I realized that was the appeal of all those fabrics—textures that kids didn’t normally encounter. It made me think of that Seinfeld episode with George wanting to cover himself in velvet.

Towels were also called into play as capes, especially the monogrammed ones my parents had. What is there about monograms that is just so appealing to kids?