I see her makeup artist left the 5-o'clock-shadow facial contouring back at the studio.

Most of the time I've seen her on camera, she looks like Richard Nixon.

jeb bush looks like he got his nice new little boy haircut before he arrived at

Debate-Central.

Makes him look like he's seven years old.

We used to have a common enemy (bush/cheney). Now we have each other.

OMG! We never get to see that face of the moon.

EXTRAORDINARY!!!!

Thanks for posting this, Uncle Joe!!!

Welcome to DU, SonderWoman!

Glad you're here. But just understand, you're wasting your time and your breath on arguments like this. Those you're hoping to reach here are not listening. Nor are they receptive. They're already devoted to the candidate they prefer.

Yeah. He mis-spoke. My Ass.

Usually the first blurt is the real one. What comes outta their yaps FIRST is what they're really thinking. That they have to backtrack and tap-dance and rephrase and reframe and hem and haw - we didn't really understand what he was saying, or he mis-spoke, or what he REALLY meant was... blah-blah-blah. And it's ALL bullshit. What's FIRST outta their mouths is usually what's in the FRONT of their minds. What's first outta their mouths is usually what's first on their list of priorities.

Like when he said he would do what his brother did and invade Iraq, even knowing what he "knows" now. And he spent all week trying to fumfer and tap-dance and stumble and trip over himself trying to figure out the better thing to say to make the criticism stop. He's one of those "5-Day Deodorant Pads." Took him five days inclusive to find the "correct" wording with which to clean up the mess he made of things. From a Monday to that Friday.

No idea. But back when I was working, I noticed something very discouraging.

The WORST times I ever had, at the hands of another coworker, with VERY few exceptions, was when that coworker was a woman. I couldn't believe it. I thought - hey, it's a sisterhood! We even put together this little side group that we called "Broads in Broadcasting" with the growing number of women on the air in L.A., whether they were jocks or newspeople. And one would assume we would all hang together and have each other's backs.

But NO! That is not what happened! Most of the knife wounds I had in my back were at the hands of another woman in the newsroom. Usually because the other woman perceived that I was "in her way." And the ruthlessness was such that I just was aghast in disbelief. Hey, sisters, aren't we all supposed to be trying to get ahead together? Aren't we supposed to be sticking together for the good of other women who deserve a place at the table? Shouldn't we all be in this together to break up what used to be yet another in a continuing and nauseating series of Good Ol' Boys Clubs? No. It didn't turn out that way at all. It was really disheartening.

There was one case in which I helped (well, I thought she was) a friend. Tried unsuccessfully to hire her twice. Finally got her an opening in my newsroom when I went on maternity leave, because I recommended her to my supervisor and his supervisor to fill in for me. She was VERY grateful because she hadn't had a break in awhile and was living basically hand-to-mouth, and I thought she was good enough to deserve better. By the time I came back from maternity leave, HOLY CRAP, turns out she'd done a major number on me behind my back, lobbying to take over my job permanently, carrying on all over the newsroom about how I was unfit and had done a shitty job and wasn't up to it and was disorganized and unmotivated (now that I had children - "distracting" me, that is - she breezed past the one photo of both my kids that I'd brought in upon my return and referred to them dismissively as "Flotsam" and "Jetsam&quot , and more.

Other people in the newsroom who were still my friends told me all about it. Some of them had long since started disliking her. There'd been some shit-stirring while I was gone. And they sure told me all about it. I was horrified! I couldn't believe it! One of the other women in the newsroom hissed at me about her - "What a bitch - fucking ingrate! And YOU GOT her that job, didn't you! What a backstabber!" I was just aghast. I thought she was my friend. Meantime, while I was gone on maternity leave, she evidently had begun to convince herself that this was really HER job all along and how DARE I return to it and take it away from her, especially since SHE very clearly, and obviously to everyone else everywhere, had done the job far better than I ever had?

She denied it all, of course, and played innocent. That is, until the lovely moment when I tried to get to the bottom of this and she flat-out told me to my face: "I'm going to DESTROY you!" But by then, I'd actually seen a copy of an email exchange that she'd printed out but forgot to either put away or throw away. In it, she'd point-blank asked my supervisor if she could have my job. She wanted it because she'd heard through the rumor mill that the beat to which she'd been reassigned was going to be either moved or discontinued, and she didn't want to uproot from L.A. So she thought I should be the one to get canned and she deserved to have my job (since she'd done SO much better in it, while filling in for me, than I had done). And my supervisor had emailed back that those were just rumors and she shouldn't worry about it and that upper management wasn't going to be making any changes. Yeah, RIIIIIIIGHT, girlfriend. 'No one's sharking your job,' isn't that what you told me? Nobody except YOU, that is!

It was AWFUL. Coming back to that, and learning all of that, SHEESH! I really did not want to stay. And eventually I found a way to retire from there. Turns out she did NOT inherit my job (the one she presumed was actually hers by right). They replaced me with somebody else. And eventually they DID phase out my "friend's" job in L.A. and moved it back east. By then she'd married and they'd adopted a baby and she didn't want to move, so she had to go scrounge up a new job, herself - as her marriage fell apart. But by then, I was long gone. Out of range. I was beyond her reach by then. Which is, realistically, the most you can do in a situation like this. Got an enemy at work? Get out of range.

So maybe this is the same pathology that rules people like maureen dowd. There's this pissy, petty, resentful, sometimes-ruthless, backstabbing, competitive thing that I've actually observed in action - woman-against-woman, that I've not seen with woman-against-man or man-against-woman. It's really shitty. And it shouldn't be happening. I've been retired from it all for some time now, so I don't know how it is, internally, anymore. Especially nowadays, when women aren't just anomalies in the newsroom anymore but usually overpopulate it by now. Used to be a good place to meet men because back when I was starting, there were no other women and I was always surrounded by men. By now, women are everywhere in the average newsroom. But back then, it got pretty nasty. I found that whenever I gained somewhere, there was always somebody taking potshots at me, wanting to damage me or compromise me in some way, because SHE wanted my job and resented my having it. It almost always came from another woman.

And I'll bet that's part of the dynamic here. maureen dowd evidently has a hard-on about any woman getting farther or higher up the ladder than she has. So she's determined to try to tear them down since it probably makes her feel better and bigger about her own shitty, petty, pissant little self. It's there. It really exists. That may just be the mentality ruling here.

Go figure.

It. Takes. A. WOMAN.

Every one of these damn assholes trying to roll back our reproductive rights - is a man. Every one of these bedroom busybodies up on their podiums pontificating about the need to chip away at the access to contraceptives and health management and family planning and leaving women high and dry - is a MAN.

It. Takes. A. WOMAN.

Nobody really "gets" what the impact on women is from all these GOP assaults -

like another woman. A woman with a daughter. And a grandDAUGHTER.

Something I saw on MSNBC yesterday was rather illuminating. Some panelist said she was hearing from a lot of republi-CON women who had already resolved to vote for Hillary. Hillary is going to get a lot of crossover votes. It's just one reason out of many, but we've now broken the glass ceiling into the Oval Office for people of color, so now we need to finish the job, by smashing through it for women also. I see BlackLivesMatter as a serious woman's issue - because of all those moms. All those moms left with tears draining down their cheeks. Watching as their children meet violent, premature, unjust, and brutal deaths. THAT'S A WOMAN'S ISSUE, TOO!!!!!

Hugs!

Yeah! Go pick up a big pink bag! It'll perk up your mood, for sure!