Good grief, if for some inexplicable reason you feel so compelled to be a brown-noser, you might wanna aim for more subtlety: I mean, you’ve layed on the suck-uppery with a trowel here, so much so that it’d be downright comical if it weren’t so just plain sad.

What, you’ve never dined at The Spaghetti-Taco Fuckery Factory?

You’ve already received some first-rate suggestions — including avoiding MTL Blog like the plague, which is just plain wise — but I just wanted to reinforce how great Montreal is for walking as well as cycling and how safe it is, by North American big-city standards.

I’m smirking as I’m typing because I’m so glad you suggested avoiding MTLBlog at all costs. Their lack of ethics is certainly what frosts me the most but their utter cluelessness is nothing to be proud of, either: hell, they can’t even distinguish between macaroons and macarons (and I’m not making that up).

I’m pretty sure it’s nude fabric: if you look closely, the colours of the dress cut-out and the woman’s skin don’t quite match up.

Well-said and here’s hoping your message gets through, or at least makes a dent: under the circumstances, sycophancy of this magnitude is ludicrously misplaced and just plain embarrassing.

Wow, she really had “it”, talent-wise! Quite elegant, too, without being frosty.

Not being American, I don’t watch that much American T.V., so I’ve never seen an episode of Cristela. Bummer about it being cancelled, though. I take it that it was a worthwhile sit-com? Which suggests good character development?

I’d been sitting here saying to myself: I’m pretty sure there was more to Monica Lewis than just Chiquita Banana but I was drawing a blank, so thanks for supplying a little rundown of her accomplishments. I’m glad I came across this comment. <3

I’d been regarding Amy Schumer as the new Jezebel ambassador but I’m guessing you’re right and it’s more like new white-girl ambassador. I just. don’t. get. it., and I say that as a white woman.

I was thinking the exact same thing. It’s like Brody has a neanderthal-like alter-ego and its name is Grody.

Yeah, it was a big deal and a rather public one, too, since it happened in a hotel room. As I recall, though, Jezebel never gave this story sufficient attention.

There’s one pic at the very end of this CBC article. All “bits and pieces” have been blurred out but it’s still quite clear what they were up to.

When I first got wind of this story — on Tuesday, I think — I had to feel sorry for their father who had no idea his two kids were in serious trouble: he had little to say, understandably, except that he was going to need some time to absorb what had happened.

The ironics can be rather funny — or at least make me smile — but I just don’t get the masochists. Well, except for the masochists who are faking it: there are a few playing that game and it doesn’t bother me much, if only because I know what they’re up to. ;=)

Some things just need to be said and I suspect you speak for many. ;=)

Agreed about that Stuart Scott ESPY speech. I cried, too. A lot.

Aww, those Royal Wedding fascinators did get repurposed after all. This is adorable and I can think of a few dog-lover friends and relations who’d really appreciate seeing this image.

I’m smiling just thinking about her doing something like that. ;=)

That’s a good — and fair — way of putting it. David Bowie is one my favourites, too, although I guess that’s a bit obvious. ;=)