I love that move. People should reference it more! Thanks!

Maybe his teeth hurt him, too.

They should only keep hurting him.

I also like very much a lesser-shown Doris Day movie in which she starred with James Cagney, called "Love Me or Leave Me," based on the life of jazz-age singer Ruth Etting, who had a delicious, smoke-tinged voice and whose career was boosted by her association with gangster Marty Snyder, an abusive and violent boyfriend. Guess who played Snyder?

Wasn’t there also a good one called "Midnight Lace?"

 

What a lady! They really don’t make ‘em like they used to!

"As long as the mother is comfortable doing it, then there is no reason to stop."

I disagree. If the mother is comfortable doing it when the child is old enough to walk up and ask for it, it’s a sure thing that other people will be uncomfortable. We all have different comfort levels, although the sight of a mother breastfeeding a newborn or infant up to about six months seems to be universally acceptable.

Older than that; others become uncomfortable. Breastfeed if you wish, but think of others.

(We are all free to do things others find offensive, but what amuses me is our reactions when they actually do take offense!)

OMG! That one word rang in my head, too: Octomom!

Not that LW2 shows anywhere near the same degree of self-obsession as La Sulyeman, but from the vantage point of time, I’ve realized (as no young, prospective mother can "at the time") that bringing a child into the world is an enormously selfish act. (And not all selfish acts are bad.)

But think about it. To call into existence a person who will experience all the downs and ups of life for the next God-know-how-many years? To pass along all that’s bad and good in my DNA? To unavoidably mark him or her with the aspects of my character I don’t even know about, but that I will express every day, anyway?

O.M.G. How awe-inspiring, how awe-ful!

A baby is not a quick fix for a broken heart.

Thanks! Have you noticed the conservatives, right-wingers, whatever you want to call them, are like dogs looking for their spot lately? Even Drudge is reduced to printing these "Oh, look, Obama has toilet paper stuck to his shoe," kind of items. Their favorite rhetorical device is to accuse Democrats of the same things they themselves have been doing for years. Can you say, "projection?"

Thanks!

A diary is a great aide-memoire.

But when I have come across writings from my youth, anything other than pure schoolwork makes me yowl and cringe! What a prat I was! How pretentious. How eager to share the fruits of my vast inexperience! Bleah!

When I find my old college papers, though, I think, "Wow! Pretty good writing for a 19, 20, 21 year old!"

I do journal now, and enjoy it. And I know better how not to write anything sure to be cringe-inducing when I’m an inmate in the maximum-security nursing home!

Who or what was the eponymous "guiding light?"

O’Reilly’s idea of "debate" is to tell people to "Shut up," and repeat his same tired catch phrases. Debate? My arse.

Who said it wasn’t ok? O’Reilly can do what he wants; he’s inconsequential.

We can mock him all we want; we get to do that.

Those who don’t like it can go read the drudge report.

I boycott Chuck Norris because what the hell else are you going to do with him?

I may vomit.

Just got an enewsletter that said Alcoholics Anonymous was merging with Narcotics Anonymous to form one group called Recovery Anonymous.

I knew from the giddyup it was an April Fool’s joke, but I had to laugh at the very idea! I wish I’d thought of it!

A man was tormented by the delusion that he was a moth. One evening, the feeling was so strong that he left his house, determined to see a psychiatrist that very night.

At the doctor’s, he rushed into the office, where he unburdened himself just as the poor man was about to put on his coat and leave for the day. But the professional that he was, he listened to the patient’s complaint. Finally, he told him gently; "Sir, I am so sorry for you, but I can’t help you. You need a psychiatrist. I am only a general practitioner."

At which the patient replied, "I was GOING to the psychiatrist; but I saw your light was on."