Outing someone is fucking gross. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care who they are. Unless they’re hypocritically and actively working to deny rights and justice to LGBT+ folks, keep your goddamn mouth shut. You have no moral right to make that choice for someone else, so fuck the fuck off, Alexis.

I have no insight into what it’s like to work for or with them—I assume they’re pretty much nightmares, like most Hollywood celebrities. But I’ll absolutely stand up for Smith and Pinkett Smith as actors. Both of them have produced astoundingly beautiful, nuanced, funny, wonderful work. They’ve also done terrible shit…

Exactly. And not that the point really needs defending, but Miranda works in musical theatre. Why on earth would he be in the closet? There is literally no more accepting and normalized place in the world to be an openly gay man than Broadway. Being closeted on Broadway would be like being a secret Republican at a…

Bless your charmingly repulsive heart. You can like, loathe or feel indifferent about Miranda and his work, but the very last thing he lacks is courage. That’s one charge that will never stick. Not ever.

The CDC has issued separate (and independently updated) reports on the Zika outbreak in Central America, South America, the Caribbean and the commonwealth of Puerto Rico. They’ve provided specific travel advisories for folks to read depending on where they are (or where they’re headed). This is not being handled…

They do. If you read the CDC’s report, they clearly address Puerto Rico’s potential risks separately from their articles on the Zika virus in Central America, South America and Mexico. The New York Times explicitly refers to Puerto Rico and the US Virgin Islands as US territories in its article. Probably not a good…

My favourite Olivia Colman story is one that David Mitchell tells in his autobiography. They were at university together, and apparently they were doing a play and he muffed a line or did something stupid, and she started laughing. And couldn’t stop. He says she laughed so hard she literally peed her pants onstage.…

Anna Kendrick seems like a decent, hard-working, talented person. I take no issue with her twitter feed. I like her pointy little face.

I know. Me too. But we’ll be strong together! We’ll be brave for Leo. (Happy watching, friend!)

I’m in the middle of a comprehensive West Wing re-watch too, and it’s amazing how well it stands up, even after—what, 16 years? The first season creaks a little, but it still goes like a rocket. Once you hit the second season, it moves at warp-speed.

I feel utterly devastated by this news. Brian Bedford was the first person who opened up theatre to me. I saw him in dozens of plays at Stratford, but I first saw him as Salieri in Amadeus when I was 15, and it turned my world around in the best way. He was......he was beyond. He took my heart and stamped on it like a…

I could never have done that. I absolutely could not. Ovaries of steel, that lady.

Spacecamp deserves so much more love. It’s inexplicably fantastic.

Litotes: our way of life. We are never knowingly understated.

What’s incredibly depressing is that despite the fact that he appears to have a pretty brutal addiction eating at him, Fallon is still getting a thousand more things done than my sorry stupid sober ass.

Awwww, that’s such a great, bittersweet story. I’m really glad Gene Simmons wasn’t your dad though, cause you deserve way better than that. You deserve an awesome pretend dad.

Ohhhhhhh god that shit is so wrong. Doing it to someone’s face feels even more fucked up than doing it behind a computer screen.

Heyyyyyy! First time for everything!

The practice of fans obsessively referring to celebrities they like as “Mom” or “my real dad” is deeply, ineffably creepy. My god, can you imagine being on the receiving end of that stuff whenever you type something on the internet? Fuuuuck that’s so creepy. I’d have to scrub myself with bleach to get the nauseating…

I’m waaaaay too lazy to go do a simple check, but there’s a stray bit of thought-fluff at the back of my mind that says that Tig doesn’t ever actually tweet from her account. I think she’s said that social media makes her feel nervous or sad or bad, or otherwise less-than. So she just gives her password to friends on…