In Philly, we call it wooderice.

This was a cynical play on our hero worship of people with cancer as saints. Cancer does not redeem anyone. Cancer is the second leading cause of death, with lung cancer being top amongst the cancers. Cancer is a fact of life, not a saving grace. 

You should know all there is to know about pathetic well. Dumb fucker who will call a woman a slut will stand up for a philandering dipshit of a president who also seems to think molesting women is all good. What a piece of shit you are.

Why waste time say lot word when few word do trick? 

My boyfriend hunts, so he has guns. I can’t imagine any scenario where he would loan someone a gun. If his friend hunts, then he already has his own gun. If his friend needs to shoot a coyote out of his backyard and has the aim to do so, then he already has his own gun. If he doesn’t, then you ask why not. You don’t…

sweet summer child...

This is all very exciting, though what is slightly less exciting is that Murphy’s not bringing this to us until September 2020.

It’s a well-written, well-directed, and well-acted film. Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal have genuine chemistry together, in a way that it was completely believable to me that their friendship would develop. Plus, people seem to be forgetting the fabulousness of Carrie Fisher in that movie.

WTF is the point of a rom-com if they don’t want up together in the end?

I miss Carrie Fisher. 

May I introduce you to 500 Days of Summer?

Also, isn't that a bit of an unfair criticism of a 30 year old film.  Wishing the ending of a film was different *then* because you're sick of rom-co.s *now*.

Nope, can’t agree. The entire point of a rom com is that it’s got a happy ending with nice people finding love. These two people were cranky, picky, mansplaining,neurotic poutypantses who helped make each other better! That’s a GOOD thing! They didn’t lose all their quirks, they found the person who made those quirks…

I’m Ben Small, of the Coney Island Smalls.

I was just fucking stoked that it ended.

Yeah, take a movie from 30 years ago—different time, style and sensibility—and let’s flip it around and turn it into some dreary downer because someone is feeling too proud to partake of the Pecan Pieeeeeee. Get out. Depart. Go pick on a Michael Bay film or something.

If they hadn’t gotten together then there would have been no reason to add those adorable couples and their “how we got together” stories to the movie, and then I wouldn’t know to say “I knew the way you know about a good melon” at random times in my life- and obviously always when I am choosing a melon.

I’m so tired of happy rom-coms I could scream!

Normally I’d agree but I think the ending is perfect. One of the few romantic speeches I actually find romantic. And having them be the final couple in those vignettes made perfect sense.