Love, love, love! Malificent is pretty darn scary...

I went to Temple University and while there the school hosted a Mormon convention. It was 90% black people. I know this because I asked one of the—black—convention attendees what the what was happening in the convention center (I was a nosy undergrad) and he told me.

To think I thought that this type of thing could only happen in "On The Town!"

I cannot believe people throw things at you! I offer my services as bodyguard. I will drive slowly beside you, make jokes to make the time pass more quickly (which is the only way I ever get through a workout—watching or listening to something funny), and be a human shield. No more "Weather Man" incidents!

I also see a little bit of Carey Mulligan!

Add Rachel Maddow to that group and you've got my Dream Team for the White House!!

I just literally LOLed at your comment.

I have to sum up my feelings on the Kardashians in the immortal words of Chief O'Brien from Star Trek: TNG:

I always get Jessica Chastain and BDH mixed-up and am throughly glad I'm not the only one to see the resemblance.

Maybe because the other forms of contraception cost a small fortune upfront, and we ladies have other bills to pay, so we just keep (forgetting to) take our pills.

I ran an independent movie theater for three years and had to put my foot down on parents bringing their kids to age-inappropriate films after a guy used his kid's stroller to block the blow job he was getting. TRUE STORY.

No. I am entitled to give a little anecdote if I want, and since I'm still processing my best friend's diagnosis, I felt that I could write a response here and vent a little at this article. I certainly don't want a lecture from anyone, thank you very much.

Indeed you do! It's the best thing on earth (and I am indulging this very minute)!

My son was 9 lbs 5 oz, my daughter was 8 lbs 15 oz, and my best friend, who had a rather normal sized baby boy this time last year, was just diagnosed with breast cancer. At 28. Like, earlier this week.

And here I was, thinking that eating a tub of animal crackers and Nutella was the ultimate win of pregnancy.

When making up drink names for my cafe, I called the con panna a Philip Seymour Hoffman because I figured that was what he was most like: Sweet on the outside with a hidden dark inside. (It was a coffee shop in a movie theater, btw. My favorite was the Leonardo DiCappuccino!)

All I can think is: why wouldn't they have alcoholic drinks at a club? Isn't that a given, so that one should only need to point out when someone doesn't have an alcoholic drink?