March Against Fear in Brussels has been canceled as a result of fear of another terrorist attack.

Maybe it’s best to avoid these grandiose appellations until you are sure you can back them up. Otherwise, the whole thing begins to look pathetic and turns into a propaganda victory for the attackers.

A neo-Nazi group somehow managed to make anti-Semitic flyers print in public areas of several different campuses (California State University at Long Beach, DePaul University, Northeastern University, Oregon State University, Smith College, Princeton University, the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. and the University of Southern California, etc).

The flyers accuse Jews of “destroying the country through mass immigration and degeneracy.” I always thought all those mass-migrating people were Mexicans but hey, Jews are sly. They could have been masquerading as Hispanics this whole time.

You can see the flyer here if you wish.

Turned on the election coverage after a two-day break and discovered that Republican candidates have moved to a full-time discussion of the adventures of their penises.

The Republican convention this year has every chance of being more watched than Titanic. And as successful as the actual Titanic.

The sexual harassment case at Columbia is poisoned by the shadiness of the complainant. If you are trying to earn tenure at Columbia, you can’t sit on your ass for years expecting some pie-in-the-sky magical dataset that some Santa Claus will drop in your lap.

Finally, other people started writing about the dangerous radicalism of Illinois governor Rauner.

Gender segregation at the London School of Economics. Disgusting, shameful, and pathetic.

Banning credit checks harms African Americans because it makes racists too anxious.

A dialogue between an economist and an unemployed steel worker. Brilliant.

Academic publishing and the myth of linguistic injustice.

Rolling Stone endorses Hillary and explains why.

Do you know these tiresome people who by noon manage to clean the entire house, wash the bathrooms and do the laundry while their clean, well-fed baby sleeps placidly in the crib dressed in an immaculately white outfit?

Turns out N is such a person. It also turns out I’m definitely not.

Why are all the flags everywhere flying at half mast? This can’t still be about Nancy Reagan, can it?

Who else died while I was distracted?

Today I came to the hospital for the 6 – week post-op appointment. It feels quite incredible that I won’t have to be driving to this hospital 3 times a week any longer. The reason why I learned to drive and got a license was because I knew I’d want to get pregnant and would need to drive to this clinic that’s located an hour away from where I live.

Well, maybe it’s not surprising after all that people suspect me of planning everything.

Bernie Sanders’s proposal on higher ed reform states that colleges will not be allowed to use any federal funds for merit-based student financial aid. Does anybody understand this at all? One would think that merit-based aid should get more funding not less.

Why would Sanders – or anybody – be so opposed to merit-based aid that he’d place it on the same level with salaries for administrators? Isn’t merit-based aid the best thing we can do for students?  I’m completely confused.

Here is the exact text:

PROHIBITION.—A State that receives a grant under this section may not use grant funds or matching funds required under this section—

(A) for the construction of non-academic facilities, such as student centers or stadiums;

(B) for merit-based student financial aid; or

(C) to pay the salaries or benefits of school administrators.

People keep gossiping busily about how I managed to time my pregnancy to coincide with my sabbatical. I’m kind of flattered by the unceasing gossiping because it’s great that people suspect me of such fantastic health and booming fertility at the age of 39. Of course, as long as I fulfilled my sabbatical obligations (and I fulfilled enough to cover four sabbaticals), it’s none of anybody’s business how I time my pregnancies.

It’s funny, though, that people find it easier to believe that I knew a year in advance (when sabbaticals are officially requested) when I would get pregnant with great precision than to accept that this was a coincidence. It got to the point where a colleague repeated wistfully, “I wish I knew how to time my pregnancy so well. Oh, I wish I did!” in an insistent way that made me think she wanted a step-by-step instruction manual on the process.