Welcome to Wednesday

I am glad Hillary is dead in the water after the NC and Indiana primaries, although yesterday I was pissed at this guy walking towards me on the street wearing a t-shirt picturing Obama's and Hillary's heads, with the phrase Bros Before Hoes, which is the sort of thing that, should you see it on the TShirtHell website, might make you giggle that someone came up with it, but you should certainly not buy it, because of course someone who declaims "bros before hoes" as a reason for casting his vote is no better than the George Wallace holdover in Alabama who declaims, in a less clever and rhyming fashion, something about refusing to vote for black people.

In other gendered news, the Sex and the City opening on the 30th is actually written in my calendar in pen, and I have mixed feelings about Barbara Walters and Oprah's claim that, if you sleep with a married man, you are not a "mistress" if he's not paying your bills. "Oh, please!" says Oprah. "No man's ever taken care of me."

Oh, and I'm still slowly going deaf, for anyone who's keeping track of my mysterious auditory ailment.

Tonight is the math bee (see below)!