>>>>>>Let's start with the fact that republicans are supposed to be the party of LESS GOVERNMENT but think the government should be telling people what their familes are supposed to look like. Do these people even have principles anymore?>>>>

They have the principles they have always had -- predicated not on the Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights and the Constitution, but on the double standard, backed by the hope that if they scream loudly enough and often enough and attract enough fellow travelers who masquerade as Alpha White Males in the hope that some crumbs may fall from the table into their mouths, they can get their way.

I think it's the Big Lie, wrapped not just in the flag, but in (hand-washed by women at the edge of a stream) family-value diapers.

Cui bono? Certainly not mine.

Not just a troll, but a patronizing troll.

My almoid mater also features Larry Summers. I am unimpressed.

Unlike University of Virginia's Secret Seven, Yale's Skull & Bones's members' names are known.

And it's an -undergraduate- organization. I'd be surprised if Yale Law students (who weren't undergrads at Yale) were eligible, and I think it's still all-male.

I also think it's unrealistic to expect the young gentlemen who do join Skull & Bones to put their futures on the line this way.

Something to be grateful for.

How does one behave like a screed?

Flap and roll up and away?

Ghengis (or however he's spelling it) Can't.

>>>>But, on average, Yale students are less reliable as lawyers than students from Harvard, Columbia, NYU, Chicago, Michigan, etc.>>>>

And you know this HOW? Aside, of course, from the authority of your own JD?

That was a despicable statement about Reform Judaism. The community in which I grew up in Ohio goes back to the 1860s. It's a strong and vibrant tradition.

Reform Jews died in the Holocaust just like what you might even be chutzpedik enough to call "real Jews."

Personally, I think your comment is a "schande fur die Goyim," which I would be happy to translate if you need help with the hard words.

As a woman and a feminist, I hope that Catholic women can be ordained: it's not as if vocations are easily found or the priesthood's numbers are increasing.

I suspect that this particular piece of ecumenism may prove a mixed blessing, although I admire the new priests for having achieved their goal.

I was an extremely pretty young girl, but a very reserved one. I find now, some decades later, when the invisibility has kicked in good and proper, that I can occupy the place -I- want by developing a sense of presence. I have always worked on my health, my grooming, and my wardrobe. Now, I work on my attitude: not for anyone else, though that's nice, but for me. To my astonishment, when I'm walking down the street, thinking of something I've done, or made happen, or seen, people smile at me more than they ever did in my size 6, long-haired incarnation.

That girl is gone. Because what I've become is far more confident, outgoing, and giving, I get the sense that I'm more fun to be around.

You've gotten enough letters about character. They're true, but after awhile, ENOUGH already.

You should have a physical before getting married anyhow, but because you're 43, it's a good time to check for signs of perimenopause, which can REALLY alter your mood. It can be a whole lot of no-fun, but it can also teach you courage and what T.H. White calls the seventh sense, or knowledge of the world and how to be in it.

Good luck.

My grandmother came over from Latvia and was told that, to be a "real" American, she had to learn English (on top of Russian, Yiddish, and German), give a child an "American" name (my uncle Jack) and have a baseball team. She lived in Boston. QED. To the end of her life, she did her baseball stats in Yiddish.

I am only sorry that she and my mother (also a Red Sox fan) did not live to see 2004's win -- to say nothing of the repeat performance in 2007. I nearly got thrown out of my office building in NYC for wearing a Red Sox cap into it.

Okay, so maybe the Curse of the Bambino has been ended (knock wood). But we know that Bill Buckner can ALWAYS happen, a lesson the Yankees need to learn.

Winning may not be the only thing, but it's a good thing, especially after a long drought. I wish the Cubs good luck -- but NOT playing the Red Sox in the World Series. The world would end in the bottom of the seventh.

Sunburn.

OUCH!

Nope, that's not feminism, that's Brightstar, or another of his ilk, hiding behind "anonymous. The combination of bold-face and bolder illogic sounds like Brightstar, however.

Johnny Come Lately to the party, however: I wondered how long it would take you to blame feminism as you define it.

Get a life, why don't you?