I'm willing to give the actress the benefit of the doubt. What I'm frustrated by Warner Bros' insistence that she get shoehorned into the Batman/Superman (now trinity?) movie instead of giving her the one she deserves. Zack Snyder doesn't really inspire any faith, either.

I didn't think the whole 'war on Christmas' schtick was really a thing in the real world — Fox News, sure, but normal people?

Me, too. I always feel vaguely guilty for how much she irks me, considering I don't know the woman.

It looks terribly pretty, but the only thing I find myself actually interested by is Vincent Cassel's face.

That's pretty damn gracious of Lupita Nyong'o. (Whose best friend I am volunteering for the role of, fyi.) I realize that up to a point, celebrities essentially set themselves up to be public property, but having strangers come up to me and react that way? I'd be thrown.

Out of curiosity, have you encountered Unfuck Your Habitat? If so, thoughts about it?

Yes, exactly! It's so massive and comprehensive as to be overwhelming. Great, but a little too like having Martha herself in my apartment. Every now and again it gets some use, but for the most part I can attest to it being an excellent doorstop.

I had a friend some years back who bought me the huge Martha Stewart Bible of how to clean everything. For the most part, it has sat on my bookcase and collected dust. (This may be a deliberate act on my part.)

It's cool; mine is fancy perfume. His is clothing and cocktail shakers. We just use the time-honored tradition of pretending that we don't turn into drooling dolts whenever a shiny comes along. Highly recommend it! (I don't recommend it.)

You and your other half, Ari, are the shining examples of pragmatism I want the gentleman friend and I to be. (That is sincere, by the by.)

I feel like you're underestimating the number of people who: a) hate-watch movies, b) enjoy watching train wrecks, c) enjoy watching fake sex, d) don't know any better.

That was before the internet, correct?

I'm afraid to ask who goes to a Rainforest Cafe on Thanksgiving.

I love Canada. Canadians are the best.

The tapered legs are, disturbingly, growing on me. Possibly because they'd mean I could fit them under jeans when I go to dig out my car and make a snow-drive for fast food. All in the spirit of loungewear, obv.

Alec Baldwin says that the "fundamentalist wing of gay advocacy" is to blame for his show's cancellation, and himself (a lil bit). Oh, Alec.

And then the internet exploded.

Whoa, Laura. That turned dark but quick.

The homepage wasn't nearly as busy as it is now. It was still a frustrating shopping experience, though — their search function was awful, and you couldn't click on the thumbnail of a product to get to the product page, because it would instead pull up a 'quick view' pop-up instead. Things like that.

I dunno. The old design of Target's website was equally ugly, equally frustrating to navigate, and their search function was crap. I think they'd sink to the bottom of my online shopping list, except Macy's website actually kills my browser with script errors every. single. time.