I’m waiting, Chief Justice Roberts, for your apology, it’s all scripted already. You owe it to the women of America:

Thank you, senators, for looking beyond my obvious liability — my gender. You took a chance on me, confirming me despite the irrevocable damage I may do to the girls of our nation, who, like my own daughter, dream, as they play with their Justice Barbies, that one day some open-minded president will nominate them instead of some slice of Wonder Bread — well, me — to the Supreme Court. I’m so sorry I am a man, but I will try my very best not to be too much of a Neanderthal in robes.