I’m listening to Leslie Odom’s jazz album right now, and it is so deliciously good. His voice is just........beyond. If you dig his work on Hamilton, and you’ve been a very good girl today, go listen to his cover of Doris Day’s I Know That You Know as a reward. It’s marvellous.

That raspy bit on Helpless is so sexy. I get butterflies in my stomach every single damn time I hear it. Goddamn you, Lin.

No worries. It’s not necessarily the kind of thing that’s made explicit to folks, so I can totally understand why it might seem kind of cruel. It’s sort of a legacy tag, and I’m nostalgically fond of it, but if it’s causing more confusion than not, it might be time to retire it.

This? This right here is why I don’t complain too much about the unending gossip koverage of the Kardashians. We need to come to terms with the terrifying fact that the people who replace them could be so much worse.

No, it probably wouldn’t be in the headline if he’d gotten sick in a coffee shop or shopping mall. But here’s the difference: most of us can be found in coffee shops and shopping malls with unremarkable frequency. A brothel is a significantly less-common place for someone to fall ill in. Is there also a lurid quality…

Every single morning gossip-roundup on Jezebel since mid-2007 has been tagged “Dirtbag”. It isn’t intended to slight anyone. It’s a wry, tongue-in-cheek reference to gossip, and not meant to hurt anyone or cause them pain.

But you’re here on the internet broadcasting information about your own wife and her work and private life. I’m guessing you didn’t explicitly ask for her permission before mentioning those things to thousands of anonymous strangers. By your own standards, you’re using your wife for your own selfish reasons, to…

‘zackly. The sooner we all come to terms with the fact that we ain’t in control, the better.

Legal wills aside, what happens after we die is not up to us. None of us get to control that. It would be absurd to maintain that the dead have greater right to speak than the living, no matter how famous they were. Yoko Ono doesn’t need her dead husband’s permission to talk.

I absolutely respect your view, and I think you’re right to raise the question, but here’s my take: we presume to speak for the dead all the time. Don’t we? We say “It’s what he would have wanted.” We say “She’d be so proud of you.” And we tell their stories and keep them alive in our minds by being honest and…

I don’t know, but according to Wikipedia, his parents are British, and he was born in the UK. Moved to Oz when he was a kid. So, ta dah: British-Australian.

ALWAYS. Awwww, Neighbours in the late 80s/early 90s was the best. Peak Aussie soap. A beautiful, warm-hearted, ugly-sweatered time.

This is fantastic advice. I’m looking forward to seeing that monkey immensely.

Ahhhhhh, that’s interesting. So it’s become more progressive over time? That’s kinda great. We’ve come a long way. Still far to go, of course, but when even super-mainstream proceedural TV is obliged to get its shit together, it’s a pretty encouraging sign, eh?

I only know Chris Meloni as the psychotic fridge-humping Vietnam vet from Wet Hot American Summer, so the thought of him as a Very Serious Police Officer who’s actually allowed out in public fills me with wonder.

I’ve never watched SVU, and I’d like to, but I’m intimidated by the sheer number of seasons. Should I really start from the pilot? Can anyone recommend another good place to jump in? Any favourite episodes that’d give me a little of the essential SVU flava?

Vocal fry and upspeak are old, man! Way older than our generation. (This terrific piece from the New York Times does a great job of unpacking the interesting history of frying and upspeak. It totally changed the way I thought about them.)

I’d donate a kidney to see Hamilton take her down, cabinet battle-style.

Fair enough. The thought of any kid being in that woman’s care is terrifying, isn’t it? The one single solitary crumb of hope in all this is that Alt won’t have access to anybody’s children for a long, long time.

Would you like a glass of water? You seem like you need a glass of water. Look, we’re all grown-ups here. We don’t all have to feel the same way about everything. We’re just tossing ideas around, figuring it out, engaging in debate. If all we wanted from a conversation was someone to agree with us, we could just go…