What I’m not getting is why, now that I managed to see the images of the Nazi rally in Charlottesville, I’m not seeing anything even remotely resembling what I saw during the rallies in Ferguson. I’m not seeing much law enforcement at all in these images, let alone the massive, troop-like presence of heavily weaponized forces we’ve all seen back in Ferguson.

The events of today in Charlottesville would be less disturbing if they received an appropriate response. But what we are hearing is that there are “many sides” to the violence at the neo-Nazi rally. And that’s so despicable, so immoral that there are no words for it. 

Amazon Vine saw that I was refusing their offers of ovulation trackers and prenatal vitamins and decided to give me a supplement for menopausal women instead. Since I’m not taking it either, I’m sure the next step will be to offer me incontinence pads and books on euthanasia. 

​Please, David Brooks, mansplain to me once more why I shouldn’t be offended that a white man doesn’t believe I’m not equipped for my work pic.twitter.com/vKcN3B0BXB

— Judy Wang (@judywang) August 11, 2017

Because you can’t even write a tweet that would make sense?

Why is it that these self-righteous judgmentalists are so eager to make total asses out of themselves? And this whole “mansplain” thing, it had its uses for a while, like the sarcastic use of “woke”, but it’s gotten old. It’s stale like Stallone movies and Eminem. Let’s move on already. 

A professor is prevented from mocking his students with a stress reduction policy. It’s a shame because it could have been fun.

The worst back to school sign known to humanity. Is Walmart trying to make people hate it?

A striking relationship between your med school ranking and the rate at which you prescribe opioids. 

“A study at the Columbia School of Social Work found that parenting behavior, namely maternal warmth and sensitivity, to be the most important factor of the gap between upper middle class children and bottom-income quintile children.” Well, duh. 

The predictable demise of Firefox. Gosh, I remember how much I used to love Firefox. What a waste. 

The practice of ritual defamation.

This is one thing I’d never do for Klara.

I love the New Optimists. I’d like to meet them in real life.

People with no sense of humor should not read Craigslist.

I don’t want to know about the ridiculous Damore scandal because it’s an overexaggerated bunch of baloney on both sides. But I can’t fail to notice that it’s making people very loopy.

Fun and games in Morocco.

“The worst places for poor minorities (in terms of optimism, worry, and/or pain) include blue states like Washington, California, New York, and Massachusetts. And, as it turns out, for poor whites, the situation is desperate in New Jersey, Massachusetts, and Wisconsin.”

I just texted N with “I’d rather see you than horse pee.” Who can guess the context of this message? 

What are you secretly afraid of? What is hiding in the dark room of your psyche?

Look at the pictures and choose the one that rankles the most, the one that provokes an emotional response. And then look under the fold for a response.

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You know it’s time to potty train when your child asks you to do it. No matter how intimidated you are by the process. 

I had a huge fit of rage this morning. For the third time, I go to the office to print out my syllabi and I don’t manage to do it. First, the Dropbox didn’t work, then I couldn’t access the system, then the files were not the right ones. I can’t stand feeling incompetent and bumbling. And yes, I know why, I know all about the psychological roots of the rage but it doesn’t make the rage any less pleasant.

God, did I swear or what. I didn’t even know I had all this vocabulary in my head. I swear in Russian because English swearing is non-existent and Spanish swearing is just funny. 

Rage makes me feel very disoriented and confused. And it’s over nothing. I still have a ton of time to print out the syllabi. Nothing, literally nothing makes me more enraged than something interfering with my plans.

Of course, I’m now at the bookstore because that’s my calming strategy. 

Washington Post’s Dana Milbank noted soon after just how frequently Trump reflects on what he assumes others don’t know.
That Bill Clinton signed NAFTA: “A lot of people don’t know that.”

I never thought about who signed it before this election.

What a value-added tax is: “A lot of people don’t know what that means.”

I don’t know what it means. 

That we have a trade deficit with Mexico: “People don’t know that.”

I didn’t know this before the election. Did you? 

That Iraq has large oil reserves: “People don’t know this about Iraq.”

I vaguely heard something to the effect of “Bush went there for oil”, but that’s the extent of my knowledge on the subject. 

That war is expensive: “People don’t realize it is a very, very expensive process.”

This I did know. Yay. 

Whether he thinks “people” are incredibly uninformed, or whether he’s simply oblivious himself, will remain a subject of some debate.

I’m an incredibly uninformed people according to this supercilious twat. I’m at a coffee shop right now, and I’d bet good money most people here would fail this weird quiz. 

And then the twats will wonder why people don’t vote for them or whomever they support. Yes, it’s a total mystery.