Yeah, I understand what you're saying. Although, silver lining: six hours on a bus with strangers! A real American dream.

This fucking sucks and I would have been as furious as you were, but just in this case it might've also related to personnel/work hours issues. As in, there was no longer enough time to fly to Providence AND Detroit as originally scheduled before the crew was legally required to go off the clock, and there weren't the…

She's onstage in New York pretty regularly (most recently I think in the revival of "The Best Man" in 2012) so if a hop over to London is too spendy, I implore anyone in or near NYC to see her the next time she shows up here. Absolutely worth the (usually exorbitant) price of the ticket.

YES! She was so great. And not "give her 20 points for advanced age" great, but flat-fantastic.

She can judge whether or not she ever wants to be involved in a potluck with this person again.

I fear the answer is "from a can." While all the wonderful turkey drippings go to waste...

This kind of thing has become so uncomfortable, because I feel this unquestioning validation and total groupthink-positivity is getting a little patronizing. I look at that photo on the right, and I don't think it's at all "gorgeous"—the lighting is bad, the pose is awkward, and like many selfies, it has that weird…

The megaplex in my hometown had installed turnstiles the last time I was there—maybe this is becoming a common thing?

Ohh, sorry, OK. Ech, I'm so sorry to hear that she made such a rough experience more difficult.

The thing I remember most about those early lessons were nurses putting the fear of God into us about tampons causing TSS. I went home and asked my mom if I should get a medic alert bracelet to wear during my period in case I collapsed while wearing a tampon.

God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry anyone even told your grandma in the first place that you were on bcps. Why did she need to know??

This is so offensive that it took me a moment to remember that it's also a totally nonsense claim. "HEY GIRL, I LOVE HOW YOUR ELBOWS ARE NOT RED AND FLAKY" is not a catcall that happens.

I didn't know before that that he had a brother, but I'm SO glad they made him a part of it. It's probably really hard to grow up with a critically ill sibling, for any number of reasons. So awesome of Make-a-Wish to take that into account, too (along with everything else!).

So—last month, and then again today, with, what—26, 27 outfits in-between? Isn't that EXACTLY "switching up outfits on the reg"?

It may just be that the new concept sounds a lot more slick to her—"true-crime enthusiast," "hospital administrator," etc.—whereas the original MSW was much more folksy, where she was a retired English teacher who just happened to stumble into great novel-writing success in her later years. (I know way, way too much…

What, your eyelids don't just naturally shed a dusty coating of smoky violet?

Yeah, it is a fairly conspicuous omission, that's true.

I don't read it so much as "be careful about going out in a pea coat, ladies!", as it is a story about how the police felt they could build a case in part based on the wearing of perfectly ordinary clothing that happens to be form-fitting...and how that's kind of alarming in a larger sense, because the NYPD and D.A.'s…

Yes, and since it therefore seems likely that this woman is or has been a prostitute, shouldn't the police be able to build a legitimate case against her—if indeed there was a legitimate case to build in this instance—without resorting to citing perfectly ordinary women's clothing as probable cause?

Ali MacGraw suffered mightily from this condition.