I’m pretty sure the official Canadian parental response to a sexting teenager is to sit them down and ask them what Sir Wilfrid Laurier would do. And then maybe forbid them from eating Kraft Dinner and ketchup chips for—oh, at least a week.

I kind of miss them being together too. One of my all-time favourite paparazzi photos was this one of Ronson and Lohan sitting in a diner somewhere in LA. It’s like a post-millennial version of a Hopper painting. Funny and beautiful and oddly sad. It’s quite wonderful.

It was the Little House books that cemented the realisation that come the apocalypse or revolution, nature would squash me like a bug.

It’s been a tough enough day that news of Cap’s death actually made my eyes go all watery. Because I am an embarrassing emotionally incontinent baby.

Little House in the Big Woods really is great, isn’t it? That whole steady progression of preparing for winter—butchering the pig, smoking the hams, storing the pumpkins, tying up the onions—was so mesmerising to me as a soft city kid. It still is.

I’m just hanging in there for The Long Winter movie. I gots the hots for Cap Garland baaaaaaad. And also unsalted potatoes and bean broth and secret grain caches hidden behind false walls. The Ingalls’ give good story.

Thanks for the link to that piece. Hadn’t seen it, glad I did.

Feminine rhymes, feminine rhymes all over the damn place! Everything Lin’s light touches belongs to feminine rhymes.

Masculine rhymes are ones that fall on the final single stressed syllable, like pairing claims with flames, or

I honestly don’t think there’s a more lyrically audacious line in the whole thing than Angelica singing:

After living through the heart-punching awfulness of the 2000 election where a significant number of liberals decided not to vote for the Democratic candidate, I’m extremely wary about taking that support for granted.

Myself, I never thought Jones was that pretty until I got into Parks and Recreation. Seeing her over a period of time, she really grew on me. She has this nicely touchable quality about her.

Don’t really follow her off-screen. I’ve loved her work as an actress since I was 14, and my affection goes deep. I want her to be better.

God, this carnival of unfortunate pronouncements is so depressing. I like Julie Delpy. I don’t want her to say foolish things. Please have a cup of tea and a little re-think, Delpy. I need you to be better than that.

In the US justice system as it currently exists, that supposition is nowhere near as true as we’d all like to think.

One could probably make a moral argument for wearing rabbit fur, given that rabbit meat is commonly eaten by lots of people, and the fur might as well be put to use, given that the rabbit sure ain’t using it anymore. But how many times have you eaten mink? Or chinchilla? Or sable? Or pine marten?

Oh shit, is Ruffalo really a 9/11 Truther? Man, I thought he was smarter than that. I hate it when people you really like believe depressingly dumb things. My beloved Auntie Barbara fervently believes in homeopathy, and it takes all my self control not to give her a time-out on the naughty step until she comes to her…

Yup. YogaMorte is pretty clearly trying to bait people with some crusty bullshit. A 15-comment history dating back to Tuesday? If it smells like a sockpuppet, chances are it is a sockpuppet.

You’re a textbook example of an MRA without enough to occupy your time. Go shit your pants in public if you want someone to pay attention to you.

Yeah, but by the rationale, I’m pretty sure there are a shitload of closeted Catholics, Baptists and Muslims out there who should be outed against their will. All kinds of people belong and donate to religions but don’t necessarily subscribe to every doctrinal tenet. I won’t ever, ever defend Scientology or any of its…