This Dress Exacerbates The Genetic Betrayal That

I Don't Hate Myself, As A General Rule. I'd Say The Best Way To Describe It Is That I Have Moments Of Self-loathing At Fairly Regular Intervals.

If The Audience Is Responding Very Well To Comedians That Are Hacks, And I Don't Do Well, I Don't Feel As Bad, Because I Feel Like Their Taste Is Different Than Mine. They're Laughing At Somebody I Would Never Laugh At, So That Makes It Okay, Because Obviously Our Tastes Are Not In The Same Place. And Comedy Is Subjective, So I Feel Like Maybe The Failure Wasn't All Mine. I Don't Think They Ever Would Have Really Enjoyed Me. So Sometimes That's A Little Easier, But Not Much.

When Pat Buchanan Came Out Against The Beijing Women's Conference And There Were Women Standing Next To Him, Smiling And Laughing When He Was Making Fun Of It, I Was So Embarrassed. I Don't Mind When The More Liberal Or Moderate Republican Women Talk About Smaller Government Or Money Issues And Things Of That Nature. But When I See A Conservative Republican Woman In Line With The Christian Right Or Coming Out Against Abortion And Day-care Issues And For Taking Away Womens' Aid, I See A Self-hating, Unenlightened Woman, Like A Self-hating Jew. That Blows My Mind. I Don't Get It At All.

The Inked Fingers And The Position Of Them, Which Is Gonna Be A 'daily Show' Photo Already, Of Them Signaling In This [nazi Salute] Manner, As If They Have Solidarity With The Iraqis Who Braved Physical Threats Against Their Lives To Vote As If Somehow These Inked-fingered Republicans Have Something To Do With That.

The Term 'celebrity' Makes My Skin Crawl.