Do you ever have an accidentally mean thought about someone and then hope no one’s ever thought that about you?  Like, sometimes I’ll see a hairy, but boobed stranger walking down the street and think, “I wonder if that’s a man or a woman,” and then quickly pray no one has had that same thought regarding my gender at first glance.  I have a similar no-not-me feeling when my inner monologues asks, “Homeless or just really likes army green?” and “Three months pregnant or constipated?”

Well, last night during the State of the Union, I saw Ruth Bader Ginsburg and thought, “Dead or asleep on national television?” and then immediately, “Please let no one ever wonder that about me.  Please?”