You're listening to the microversion of the Savage Love cast at Savage.loaf.

It's been more than a week, so yeah.

It feels weird to say anything about it now. I am talking of course about the slap.

We pre-recorded last week's show, our fake show, so I wasn't able to weigh in on the

slap right after it happened. And you know what? That was probably a good thing.

The slap happened on Sunday night. We usually record the opening of the show on Monday

morning. The show goes out first thing Tuesday. And it wasn't until mid-afternoon Tuesday

that I learned by reading Twitter that white people needed to shut up and listen regarding

the slap. For a while there, my Twitter feed was nothing but white people who wouldn't shut

up about all the shutting up they were doing and all the shutting up that they thought other

white people needed to start doing, which struck me as odd. Not telling white people to shut

up sometimes we definitely need to do just that. And this may have been one of those times.

But if you won't shut up about all the shutting up you're doing and all the shutting up you think

other people need to start doing, then have you shut up? Seems to me that the first step to

shutting up about something is to shut up about it to shut up by example. And I'm going to do

just that. I'm going to do that now. I am going to shut up about all the shutting up other people

weren't doing last week by shutting up myself. Basically I'm going to stop playing

three-dimensional shutting up chess now. And instead of talking about this lap, I'm going to talk

about orgies in Washington, D.C. And the man the GOP would like to shut up about them. But

one last thing, one last thing I wanted to say about the Oscars universe. If I could be reincarnated

as Timothy Shalamet's Tuxedo jacket or his pants, I'd settle for being his pants too. That would

be great. All right, zooming out for a second. I looked into organized swinging big straight

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