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NEWSMAX * • Follow NEWSMAX 2d • Harvard Law School professor emeritus Alan Dershowitz was once again refused a pierogi from an unwilling vendor at a Martha's Vineyard market, the latest in his controversies over pierogis in the celebrity hot spot. newsmax.com Dershowitz Again Denied Pierogi, Told to Leave Farmer's Market 1.2K 750 comments 66 shares

Can’t say why exactly, but the phrase “once again refused a pierogi” made me laugh out loud.

Someone knocked on my office door and I forgot to switch to Work Me mode, so Regular Me answered, “Come INNNNN” in a deep, vampire-y voice.

(Pardon me while I walk out into the sunlight to incinerate myself.)

Teams status: Appear Away.
Duration: Eternity

My top match was Horatio (from Hamlet).
And then…
Frodo.
EGWENE??!!

‘These are results from the Statistical "Which Character" Personality Quiz.‘

Seems bad.

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The dry down of the perfume (some Gucci sample) I’m wearing smells like baby lotion. I mean, a very luxurious baby lotion, but still.

Am muting a conversation and not replying how I would like to reply ONLY because a friend suggested “deep breaths and relax. It’s all good. It’s Ramadan!” I’m not an observer, but I can observe goals of increased kindness and charity and not blowing up a volunteer organization with justified ire.

“Catsup”, though, can go fuck itself.

I always order my burgers w/o ketchup (I don’t have a problem with ketchup, just don’t like it on a burger), so I’m glad someone gets to be the beneficiary of my largesse.

Disclaimer: I’m one of those freaks who likes ketchup with scrambled eggs.

The bathroom cleaning schedule in my office building (one restroom for the entire first floor, no other public bathrooms in the building) is precisely timed to coincide with my digestive system. I did not anticipate that this much of my adult working life would be spent trying not to wet my pants.

Hooray for likable jobs!

Oh ho ho, aren’t you fancy, eating in your car instead of hunched over the trash/recycle bin? Seriously, though, I’m sorry you’re having a crap day and I’m glad Wawa is there for you.

And I’m a NOBODY. It infuriates me that the overwhelming response of our ELECTED officials and representatives is to alternate wringing their hands and holding them out for reelection dollars. I want them to (figuratively) THROW hands, or at least stick out a foot so a fascist might trip over it.

For crissake, I aligned myself with Jill fucking Stein post-2016 bc that’s who was organizing to address election interference. Did I like her or otherwise support her? No. Did I think I’d be successful? Also no. But my goal was to be a wrench in the machine, provide resistance wherever possible.

I will never not be mad that they didn’t already try it. Like, wtf have y’all been doing??

The attack on Roe v. Wade was no surprise, and yet not one lawmaker had a bill ready to go. I don’t care if it gets voted down. Have one and a dozen more just like it and fucking bring them all. Same here, on a larger scale. FUCKING DO SOMETHING. Other than wring hands and campaign for reeelection.

Don’t worry everybody, the same Democrats who protected women’s health and trans people are going to save us from fascism!

This matters. Not because I think Trump is capable of mercy or empathy towards these vulnerable groups. But because it is a public act of defiance.

Contrast that with all these other powerful people in this country signaling nothing but appeasement and obedience.

Being a person with deadly, incurable cancer who is nonetheless still alive for an indefinite timeframe gives me an interesting metaphor that helps me deal with things like large-scale corruption in government or commerce.

Bear with me for a second while I try to explain.

I keep forgetting bsky is a thing & am frantic at work, which doesn’t help with memory. Also, I promise you, your “endless” whinge is a mere drop in the bucket compared to some people’s nonstop lamentations over stuff far less serious than general surgery! AND, you’re allowed to whinge bc SURGERY!

Yikes, oh no! How did I miss this?? I’m so sorry. I hope your recovery is swift and uneventful. Ouch. Sending you a very gentle hug.

Turn it into a coach and take it to the ball at the palace, of course.

The New Lork Cimes https://www.nytimes.com/2024/11/16/opinion/donald-trump-women- girls.html GUEST ESSAY I'm 16. On Nov. 5 the Girls Cried, and the Boys Played Minecraft. Nov. 16, 2024, 7:00 a.m. ET By Naomi Beinart Ms. Beinart is a 16-year-old high school junior. On the morning after the election, I walked up the staircase of my school. A preteen was crying into the shoulders of her braces-clad peer. Her friend was rubbing circles on her back. I continued up the stairs to the lounge, where upperclassmen linger before classes. There I saw two tables: One was filled with my girlfriends, many of them with hollows under their eyes. There was a blanket of despair over the young women in the room. I looked over to the other table of teenage boys and saw Minecraft on their computers. While we were gasping for a breath, it seemed they were breathing freely. We girls woke up to a country that would rather elect a man found liable for sexual abuse than a woman. Where the kind of man my mother instructs me to cross the street to avoid will be addressed as Mr. President. Where the body I haven't fully grown into may no longer be under my control. The boys, it seemed to me, just woke up on a Wednesday.

What made my skin burn most wasn't that over 75 million people voted for Donald Trump. It was that this election didn't seem to measurably change anything for the boys around me, whether their parents supported Mr. Trump or not. Many of them didn't seem to share our rage, our fear, our despair. We don't even share the same future. I am scared that the Trump administration will take away or restrict birth control and Plan B - the same way they did abortion. I am scared that the boys I know will see in a triumphant, boastful Mr. Trump the epitome of a manly man and model themselves after him. I was 8 years old the first time he was elected. Now I am 16. I am still unable to vote, but I am so much more aware of what I have to lose. Sign up for the Opinion Today newsletter Get expert analysis of the news and a guide to the big ideas shaping the world every weekday morning. Get it sent to your inbox. I have seen the ways in which many of the boys in my generation can be different from their fathers. The #MeToo movement went mainstream when they were still wearing Superman pajamas. On Tuesdays in health class, they learn about the dangers of inebriated consent. They don't pretend to gag when a girl mentions her period or a tampon falls out of her backpack. They don't find sexist jokes all that funny and don't often make them in public. I've heard they even use new language in the locker room about getting rejected by a girl, one where no means no and don't try again. I love and care for many of these boys and have always felt they were on my side. I'm grateful to my school for taking gender equality as seriously as it does trigonometry. But most of the guys I saw that Wednesday appeared nonchalant. A smiling student shook his friend's hand and said sarcastically, "Good election" in the same hallway where I saw a female teacher clutching a damp tissue.

Why did it seem these boys were so unperturbed? I worried that my guy friends might only care about women until it conflicts with other, more pressing, priorities. That morning, I spoke with a male classmate. He asked if I was OK. I nearly melted with relief. See, I knew not all guys were ignorant! Then, before I responded, he continued. Why, he wondered, are so many girls crying? I stared. I swallowed that familiar lump. And I had one thought: I pray that my older brother never asks that question. How could my classmate not know why girls in his grade were biting their nails and doing breathing exercises in the bathroom? It seemed like our future was sliding down the sides of our faces, and he asked me why we were crying? I have never felt that disconnected from men. I have never felt more like a girl. Eight years ago, I was too young to feel the full force of Hillary Clinton's loss. Now at 16, I've had the wind knocked out of me. On Wednesday, I was flush with anger - but it was diluted by an even stronger feeling: defeat. I saw it in the eyes of women in my subway car that morning. I saw it in the barista at the coffee shop on the corner, the female security guard at my school and in the face of my history teacher. In a terrible way, I've never felt more part of a sisterhood or more certain that pain is shared within that family. I wish the consequences of this moment for young women punctured the apparent indifference of so many men and boys I saw that day. I wish they could breathe in what the women and girls I know have been inhaling since Nov. 5. I can't predict how well I'm going to do on an English test tomorrow and I definitely can't predict the future for me and my fellow young women. For now, all I can do is tell you how I feel. Naomi Beinart is a 16-year-old girl and a junior in high school.

The guest essay that everyone is talking about:

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An actual cop I know got all pissy: “The OFFICER is the HANDLER; the DOG is a K-9 unit!!” He’s a MAGA misogynist who can eat shit, though, bc
1. My client prevailed.
2. It was otherwise a fucking awesome pleading.
3. Sorrynotsorry I thought a dog could hold a rank/possibly outrank you, dickhead.

HOW TF SHOULD I KNOW DOG RANKS ARE CEREMONIAL?? Cops are so freaking touchy, and I was trying to be RESPECTFUL. (The school caved and I negotiated a plea on the criminal charges, so I didn’t actually file the complaint, thank dog.)

It’s been years, but I still think about the complaint I drafted on behalf of a kid who facing expulsion from uni after police violated his civil rights and charged him with b.s. offenses. Wherein I referred to a drug dog as “the canine officer” throughout the pleading.

I wish. Pelosi’s was a photo op at best. Nothing backing it up.

Māori MPs briefly suspended the Aotearoa parliament’s attempts to reinterpret their founding treaty in the most bad ass use of the Haka I’ve ever seen.

PDX? With bonus Harmony? I second that motion and third and fourth it. Plus the rhodies in the Spring.

I would not survive my job without my rage laps around the parking lot.