Not infrequently do I find myself desperate to restore the early nineties. They played Pavement on the radio in the early nineties! And girls didn't dress so slutty. And on that note! This whole Anita Hill Clarence "Don't Call Me Isiah" Thomas rehashalon (Anita, above, was just on Good Morning America) is reminding me that a few things have changed for the better in the past sixteen years: namely, I have been sexually harassed. So have you! Sometimes it's amusing, sometimes plain creepy, but whatevs: we talk about it all the time. So we get what happened there. And I can finally pinpoint exactly why I feel bad for Clarence Thomas: because the man knows he is soooooo much less of a perv than Bill Clinton, and yet Clinton got away with it because he was both blacker than Clarence Thomas and not black at all. And it has tormented the shit out of him since. His weird pubic hair Coke can comment doesn't approach shit I've put up with on the job, much less the sexual hypocrisies haunting the Ted Haggards and Larry Craigs of this world, and yet!