Cheerwino
Cheerwino
Cheerwino

Thank you for this.

Oh, wait. I accidentally starred that because I was thinking Alton Brown.

I have a kid who’s old enough to legally drink and I still have mine.

Right there with you all. Plus he is just factually WRONG about the Ramones t-shirt thing.

Cherie just worked with Fowley on her new album, the last one he produced before he died. And Joan’s done interviews fairly recently (say within the past ten years or so) where she’s defended him, saying that she didn’t understand anybody claiming he was abusive, that wasn’t her experience, anyone who wasn’t happy was

Sorry.

They’re not for everybody, but I loved it back when I had one. Little bit of a learning curve to use it, and it’s definitely not as low-maintenance as the pill or an IUD–and you do have to be rigorous for it to work well–but it’s also a lot less invasive. I used a gel spermicide with mine and don’t remember it being

Should’t it be “Mariah Carey and Dat Millionaire”?

Well, not any more!

That’s what I kept thinking about after the shootings at Emanuel, how horribly that sense of shelter was violated. And how strong in faith those people must have been to welcome a white and probably jittery stranger to an intimate small group, knowing all that history, knowing how vulnerable they were. And to be back

And if you grant “friends of friends” viewing privileges, even if you don’t bite they can go through your friend list until someone else does.

Even though it’s a country music soap opera, Nashville is truly the most postmodern thing on TV. Actors pretending to be music industry people in Nashville are embraced by their real-life counterparts (some of which pretend to be actors on the show), real songwriters write songs for the show’s pretend songwriters, and

Good choices all. Nothing to argue with here.

A Cockney pirate!

I’m so sorry. It’s been about a year and a half since I lost my dear old girl, and I’m still not ready.

One time this guy and this woman go out on a date, and they’re driving down the road and he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and offers her one, and she says, “No thanks, I don’t smoke. I’m a Sunday school teacher.” And they drive a little further down the road and they come to a bar, and he asks her if she wants to

Duane Allman, may his soul play on. (I’m old, and a huge ABB fan.) But no, his particular PSA would be about motorcycle safety.

I remember a few years ago at the Oscars somebody said something to Meryl Streep about having 14 nominations and she said, “I know, the same as my dress size!” and I wanted to go get in the car and drive to where she was and hug her. And I’m not even a huggy person.

Wouldn’t it also be a Title IX compliance issue, since the employer is a higher ed institution? Unless their students aren’t receiving any federal financial aid, that’s a BFD right there.