I don’t mind going to the doctor. At all. But I do mind the phenomenon of geriatric men loudly and aggressively smacking and sucking on hard candy in the lobby.

I shouldn’t have to hear you making love to a lozenge, Gerald.

I have spent way too much time, money, and energy on therapy to be gaslit by some crypto-bros.

I know a fascist salute when I see it.

I think one of my children’s greatest fears is that I will shave my beard.

I am grateful for BlueSky because it allows me to keep up on all of the MAGA infighting on X without having to wade through all of the other toxic content just to see it.

Whenever I see Caleb Williams get to the line and start running all kinds of check plays and calls out changes, I just think, “he doesn’t trust his offense.” And, honestly, I can’t blame him.

Friendly reminder that Matt Eberflus is the defensive play caller for the Bears.

Fire him now.

Dear Chicago Bears,

If you’re the kind of person who ghosts people, just pre-ghost people. As in: don’t engage.