Medical offices that don’t clean the snow off their wheelchair ramps are particularly vile.

I’m at the airport and there’s a a beige woman with a beige backpack, beige suitcase, beige Stanley cup, beige purse, and beige coffee cup. No way they’re going to let her on the plane with all that shit. I’m here for the impending drama.

There’s one thing I’ve been able to do. Last month I drafted a policy asking that my employer not host internal events in locations that are particularly hostile to the LGBT community. I was told last week that it was actually taken into account for an upcoming event. Maybe small actions matter.

On this Inauguration Day I’ve been drinking heavily and re-watching The Great. Would you care for a macaroon?

Hot Stuff and flamingo friends are loving the weather.