Also, they, and their parent company, have done some shitty stuff.

The worst was the time I didn't have a hair elastic. The one time I take it off my wrist and the next morning we're going to brunch and it was really awful and then he totally ghosted on me and why am I reliving this damn it.

I've literally been refreshing millihelen to see if it was up yet.

Edmonton? Or worse??

The wet cold is the worst. My thighs—covered by my down jacket—were numb with it by the time I got into work today.

Also: that person in the office who plays music off their computer without headphones. Yes, you. You're the worst.

Sorry, I got confused there. Your phrasing implies that Erykah Badu is shitty r&b? That can't be right... right?

Children's Story would be a much shorter track.

*whose Twitter account

I know!! How did I not know they were dating? Well because I'm bad at following celebrity love lives but still! K'naan!!

Throw a rock in Toronto and you'll hit a woman who has had some sort of encounter with Gregg Zaun. They'll all choose being hit with a rock as the preferable experience.

He could totally EGOT!

The irony is that the very reason they have any success at all is due to those very same people watching their show and clicking through on articles about them. Their fame is entirely predicated on the consumption of their lives as a product. It's like bitching about oil companies when you drive and fly everywhere.

It seems to be the cool thing over at Gawker to bemoan the fact that everyone is safe. Including the baby.

I literally only clicked through to confirm. Am currently star struck, and craving onion rings.

The Girardi Exception.

They do their sexy moves on the catwalk.

Honestly, I really hate that I don't drink coffee when I'm menstruating. Have mercy on my synapses!

Yeah, I'd imagine it's the producers or production company.

Huh, speaking of Will Smith in 1989, that's when I saw DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince in concert.