Yeah, my first thought was that this person must be pretty young. I just couldn’t think of a way to say that without sounding really nasty, so I didn’t.

Oh God, Irene had the singlemost irritating glottal fry of anyone in the history of television. Listening to her speak was torture. Her “humor” was lost on me, I suppose, because I was too busy cringing to hear what she was saying.

Yes, THIS. I didn’t see it as “outing” so much as homophobic name-calling to get back at him. The fact that he was actually (secretly) gay was incidental. They were pissed at each other and she reached for low-hanging fruit to throw as a weapon.

“In 1997 where homosexuality was still on the cusp of being something you could openly discuss...”

Every state has its fair share of addicts/criminals/whackjobs. The nature of Florida’s sunshine laws just make it easier to hear about the ones here. But hey, stereotypes are fun!

You’re a Conch? Cool. I’m not one, but I lived there for 15 years.

Someone who doesn’t know the difference between Federal and State parks has no business crowing about “facts”. IJS.

“Hitched”. Heh. But I’ll say again what I always have: as soon as the horse can take vows and sign a marriage license, then it can get married too.

OH MY GOD it’s crazy-making. 9PM Eastern and it’s still there. Does no one ever at least glance at the site once a story is published?

So, the solution to division and polarization is...more division and polarization? Yeah, OK.

That’s known as a gunt.

No, they’re talking about Lee. She had a house on Dune Lane in East Hampton that she leased, then eventually sold to the Snapple guy.

LOVE “The Heiress”. She’s great in it, and pre-accident Monty was just so...yum.

Yep! From a 1978 People magazine interview upon the publication of Joan’s memoir “No Bed of Roses” (also called “No Word of Truth” by her ex-husband):

Friends and I joked at the time that Joan Fontaine died first on purpose just to spite Olivia...so she’d have to suffer through the tributes (Hitchcock’s only Oscar winner!) and “In Memoriam” montages...

I can. Miss White’s medium is television, not film. If this were about the Emmys, it’d be different.

Oh, Cindy Adams. Never change, you nasty old dinosaur you. Still recycling Joey Adams’s schlocky jokes (“blouses older than him”) decades later.

Cheap motels! The Stanhope is anything but a cheap motel, I assure you. It was the only place depicted during their affair.

Angel?

John is a fine name. A masculine name for a masculine man.