Homer Simpson would have a blast w/this stuff.

(Also interesting that HRC told us she was well aware of how things are classified but told the FBI the exact opposite. Oh well, this what Dems want in a "woman" President?)

http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2016/09/02/hillary-clinton-s-team-lost-a-laptop-full-of-her-emails-in-the-actual-mail.html

Nothing but a slap on the wrist.

https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/1641064/paedophile-sisters-who-abused-a-boy-when-he-was-aged-just-six-have-been-spared-jail-because-theyre-both-deaf/

Lena Dunham cries misogyny because hot football player ignored her:

http://giantswire.usatoday.com/2016/09/02/lena-dunham-rips-new-york-giants-odell-beckham-jr/

Funny, I thought she would have ended up as a contributor at the HuffPo or at Jezebel:

http://www.khq.com/story/33007890/mizzou-professor-fired-after-viral-video-hired-at-gonzaga

If any being on earth is more off-putting than Lena dunham, I've never seen it. She's made a career-inexplicitely-by being the ugliest possible-inside and out.

The story hit the paper’s Facebook page while school was out, and that’s when the threats poured in. Moroz is now afraid to return to school and worried he could lose his place next fall at an Ivy League university.

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2016/01/08/philly-high-schooler-gets-lesson-in-hate-after-penning-column-on-missouri-race-friction.html?intcmp=hpbt3

Visible-light/UV-light comparison how applying sunblock works

https://twitter.com/SciencePorn/status/771614891043979264

Visible-light/UV-light comparison how applying sunblock works

https://twitter.com/SciencePorn/status/771614891043979264

Welcome to the world of adult breastfeeding:

http://www.rollingstone.com/culture/features/inside-the-misunderstood-world-of-adult-breastfeeding-w436234

I wonder how much effort does it take to make Human Mozzarella?

http://observer.com/2016/09/its-been-a-very-bad-week-for-hillary/

I take it Lena Dunham is unaccustomed to the sting "invisible" moments. Here's one:

Invisibility is different. It’s the feeling you are no longer vital or important or noticeable to others, a constant nagging pain you can neither avoid nor forget. It hits you in areas where you feel most vulnerable–a loss of attractiveness and sex appeal, the end of fertility, a glimpse of a slow, lingering decline.

The first time I felt invisible was on a train to New York City, about nine years ago. As I eased into the end seat of a three-seat row, the 30-something man sitting in the window seat glanced up at me. It was a brief glance, but it conveyed disappointment and complete disinterest.

After flinching inwardly, I made a mental list of reasons for his look that didn’t involve me: Maybe he had hoped for a row to himself, or maybe he was waiting for someone he knew to sit down. But as days and years went by, I realized that the look was everywhere. Passersby would simply not see me when I walked down the street. People I met at parties would look slightly disappointed and then look past me, and gradually, I began to shrink inside.

And one more...

Finally, after waiting in line at the coffee shop, it was my turn. I placed my cup on the counter along with a five-dollar bill, ready to greet the cashier with a smile and a Good morning! But she kept her eyes on the cup, rang up the purchase, and said to the coffee, That’s 98 cents. There was no "Will there be anything else, ma’am?" for me (as there had been for other customers in the line), not even a glance in the direction of my face. She whipped my money off the counter, slapped the change down, and greeted the next customer with a cheerful Good morning, clearly dismissing me just like that fly.

My friends will tell you that I am seldom speechless, but that morning I had nothing to say. I felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me. Even if I had been able to come up with something smart, witty, or even kind, I wouldn’t have been able to muster the breath to deliver it.

On the morning of my fifty-first birthday, I had become an invisible woman, which as far as this young cashier was concerned, also meant useless, insignificant, unimportant, valueless, and just not there. I walked out of the store, got into my car, put the now sneering coffee cup into the cup holder, and looked in the lighted mirror on my visor. I saw myself, my face, ME. I pinched my arm. Yes, I felt the pinch on my very material body. I hadn’t changed, I hadn’t become invisible, but something else had changed. I pulled the car out of its parking space and started my commute to work.

These stories are everywhere -- just google the likes of "woman, invisible". Some women begin to experience some form of it as early as 30. Not coincidentally, that's about the time a man's SMV starts climbing, and he can spend his time with much younger women.