When you have a form of the verb "to be," it requires a predicate nominative, rather than a direct object, as in.

"Who's there?"

"It is I."

The construction sounds stilted, I know, but it's formally correct.

Probably, she'd have done better to revise the sentence.

Put high heels on a baby, and the kid will -- at worst -- spit up. (Frankly, after that picture, I wish I could.)

Put high heels on a Yorkie, and the pup will BITE.

I'd worry more about toddlers, whose feet could be damaged.

Some extreme climbers solo above 8000 meters. Without oxygen or sherpas or ropemate.

For interesting histories of solo climbs, check out Reinhold Messner, who first climbed Everest, solo, alpine fashion.

For stories of women climbers, try Arlene Blumb's ANNAPURNA: A WOMAN'S PLACE and BREAKING TRAIL.

I don't know what this woman's climbing level was, but she was fit to have endured that long, resourceful and quick-witted at a time when her vitality had to have been impaired.

Either way, it's rude.

However, I find it amusing that these construction workers may have dished it out, but are unable to take it.

The students, however, should STOP.

As for hedgies in fancy cars, I've been known (at age 50 and counting) to look the whole presentation up and down and say "NICE car!"

Haven't gotten a single "fuck off" either. Of course, they're not as cool as the few Checkers we've still got driving around down here. Those attract crowds of admirers.

It's Arlene BLUM.

ARGH.

When I was growing up, the fact that a boy wanted to enter the rabbinate was greeted, ironically, with "that's no job for a Jewish boy."

Looks like the guys listened.

Who's "we," kemo sabe?

You don't speak for me. You don't know what assumptions I make.

You simply sulk and grouse.

Who's subsidizing it?

To Parson Jim:

Are those rhetorical questions?

Do many feminists consider the current draft registration system inequitable? (as opposed to those who would totally abolish it?)

Is Parson Jim sulking again?

To Linney the Sullen

You don't seem to get your head out of crotches.

This is bad if you're speaking of trees and gross if you're speaking about people.

I never quite got it either. I think it's one of those "in the family" jokes such as "the other shirt, you didn't like?"

Or, if you're going to do all that studying, you may as well go to med school.

What can I say? Weird sense of humor.

You are hereby required to report to Starfleet Command for counseling either on bigotry or a lousy sense of humor.

Signed: Komack

Starfleet Command

P.S. Don't bring your First Officer. He thinks your last comment was staggeringly illogical. Besides, the actors who play both of you are Jewish.

By the time (some while ago) that I hit 40, I noticed that I had to work to keep from being made invisible. Do you know what that's like? It's not just Bugaboos slamming into your ankles courtesy of the yummy mummies; it's chicklets tossing your hair and damn near getting you in the eyes, 2LTs of industry (captains of industry have better sense) trying to walk through where you're standing, or younger female coworkers wondering if you'll EVER get off the planet so they can have your stuff.

It is also dealable with, but NOT by using nerve poisons and needles. Don't inject your skin: protect it by not smoking, eating right, getting enough rest, using moisturizers, drinking a lot of water and staying out of the sun. Above all, it's dealable by developing not just your mind and your character, but a sense of presence, which indicates I'M HERE as the Church's Shoes or the Manolos head toward your feet.

Not saying what I will and will not do. Prices keep me from veneering my teeth (besides, who likes the dentist that much). Clothes? Thank God for e-Bay. Hair? I'd be lying if I knew what color it was. But I live and work in a youth culture, and my survival instincts have made me rather pragmatic.

Needles, however...I'd rather get a facial.

If a child you know likes American Girl stuff, you know what to buy as a gift: a gift certificate.

The kids (or their relatives) are likely to spend the money anyhow. I personally find the books affirmative, and I like the dolls for kids.

Yes, the tea parties skeeve me out, but I don't have to go!

Not to mention the price of Jimmy Choos, which can run north of $500.

Anyone else notice that the usual trolls flocked to this particular article like a plague of swallows from a particularly ghastly Capistrano, with more than their usual vehemence?

The article was subtle. The kind of sexism Harding describes is subtle and crazy-making. So, we got everything from name-calling to irrelevant attempts at invalidation, to the usual psychoses and distractions about Asperger's. Plus some interesting analysis.

Trolls, oh, trolls, you're showing your desperation. And your hatred. You know, Broadstar is about us, not about you. But your craziness and meanness are about you.

You really outdid yourself this time.

Parson Jim, you might want to look up the words "pedophilia" and "sexism." There's a difference, you know -- or do you?

On the whole, I'd rather they didn't talk about that particular murder -- only it was called suicide.

Aside from the fact that there is nothing they can say and no way to distort it into the distortion that is their world view, people should not fling dung at a funeral.

IMGDO, there's a bunch of people who need to read the UCMJ and realize IT APPLIES TO THEM.

Dammit, sometimes I think female soldiers have more to fear from their own side. SOMETIMES.

Sean, you know, if you tried really, really hard, you could manage to be patronizing?

East German judge gives it a 6.3 out of 9.