I proposed to my wife on the shore of a lovely river in an ancient european capital. To get her there, I had to promise her ice cream, which she only sullenly accepted as bait. Once I proposed, she seemed a little confused, and then said "I guess."

There is no question that he's an ass. But what the fuck, grown up with the kid?! It's like if I (black woman married to white guy) walked into a KKK rally and stood up to ask the grand wizard what he thinks of my marriage. I'm not going to hear anything positive or reassuring.

I just love his diplomatically British facial expressions. Each raise of the eyebrow screams, "carry on," "what a daft wanker" or "I say!"

No pants, no bra. No clothes on a good day.

My life is the opposite of what you described. When single, I had to live with roommates, random folk from Craigslist that I couldn't just depants around.

For me the best is that I don't even have to wear pants! My single lady apartment is a pants free zone! Amiright?

Morgan Murphy, I will not lie to you. When I am at home on a Friday night with an open bottle of wine, some Thai food, and Netflix, knowing I can get drunk by myself and sleep in the next day, then get up, go for run, do some shopping, see a movie, basically whatever the fuck I want, I am most definitely saying…

I swear, we black women are just the brunt of every joke. The bottom of the barrel. We are whores and mammy's. Fat, ugly and snappy. It's bad enough that the world seems fine in believing this but it sucks that black men jump on the bandwagon to perpetuate it. This is just sad. My ancestors lived a life that you can't…

Even from behind, they are just lovely. The most glamorous presidential couple EVER. (Yep, more than the Kennedys even.)

I could look at this photo all day. It's so pretty and the affection these to show towards each other is so sweet. The hand holding, it gets me every time.

Wow...and then when it suits her she wants privacy.

Someones gotta do it. This is the most epic JR meme.

My wife had to interact with Julia Roberts professionally; her impressions were, shall we say, not that different. Also, she thinks that she can go by "Julia" and everyone will automatically know who that is. If "Julia" was stuck without TP in a stall next to Elaine Benes, I imagine there would be no square to spare.

My idiot ex used to always go on and on to me about how Julia Roberts is so beautiful and perfect. He could never compliment me without first saying she was better. It was hella weird.

I am also the Fat One to my half-sister who is The (VERY) Skinny Yogi One who also enjoys her fair share of fat-shaming. Let me tell you, it fucking sucks. It's almost to the point now where I'd rather just avoid her. My body is never going to be acceptable to her, yet it pisses her off that I'm not killing myself to…

Steven Spielberg said (without elaboration) that he would never work with her again after Hook. Like Streep, he strikes me as an extraordinarily difficult person to piss off, so you have to assume something serious happened there.

"Related: I once heard from someone who knows someone who knows (LOL) that Meryl Streep does not like Julia Roberts, so that is a pretty good indication of things."

I think I had a relevant response to this, but then I got distracted by the Hiddleston.