I don't know if CG can give us back beautiful 1980s Alec Baldwin. We don't live in that world anymore.

Signed, sealed and approved, except it's more likely that the obsessed brown coats wrested control of the ship from Whedon's hands, and he has since dived overboard in search of calmer seas. Meanwhile, the brown coats sail on, ever staunch in their mission, despite their glorious leader's defection.

I'm going to assume that Wil Wheaton is his nerd cabana boy.

I should hope so, EmpathyGirl.

It's just that BatKid is so small, but little bro Robin is a bite-sized morsel beside BatKid. Which means, what? He's pocket-sized but for his massive baseball cap?

Clearly they need to aim higher.

I was fine until little brother Robin showed up, and promptly embarrassed myself (at my desk, where else) with one of those half-laugh/half-sob sounds.

As always, Kate Beaton has the final word for us.

There we go, then — I was referring to the Frederick's of Hollywood bra which collierLA linked to. Though to be honest, VS shops are typically crap at bra fitting, so I'd be shocked if their fashion show models were properly fitted, either. Wacky chicken cutler inserts aside, that is.

Most companies which sell bras do cram their models into ill-fitting bras — the band is oftentimes too big, which causes it to ride up in the back (you see it all the time in back-facing photos on sites like Nordstrom's), and the cups way too small, so as to cause that media-desired cups-spilleth-over effect. The…

That looks like a nice bra, but holy cats, that poor model's been crammed into it. She looks like a stuffed sausage. My rack is experiencing sympathy pain.

Agreed. So this is probably where we stumble upon a hidden seam of rapists housed in the frat. /buzzkill

Erin, you are at your most magnificent when you are at your angry-snarkiest.

I knew that it was a thing awhile back to mock Kenneth Branagh, but have yet to figure out why. (Other than the fact that he's Kenneth Branagh. I say this out of misplaced Shakespearean love, mind.)

Because it's Biden, I just automatically assumed they were on a train.

If it's all the same, I'm going to cut the conversation off here. I cannot actually track what you're saying in that dance of allusion and borderline MRA-speak, and while legitimate conversation is great, I'd imagine we both have better things to do with our days than quasi-argue in circles.

There is a fine line between pragmatism and victim-blaming.

You didn't answer my question. What do you blame movies for?

I said much the same on io9 this morning. They're all capable, talented women, but I want my Amazon to have a real physical presence in addition to her wit, wisdom and strength.

Lucy Lawless/Gina Torres love-child, obviously. No one else shall do.