I agree. L.A. is more traffic-obsessed for obvious reasons. Personally, I am amazed this incident didn't spark some kind of road-rage response that really would have cast it in an entirely different (and darker) light.

There is crazy in L.A., to be sure. This is just the latest strain of the insanity virus...

Living in an area other than Hollywood doesn't make that place exempt from what I am talking about. It has nothing to do with "ritzy," as much as it does with entitlement. And to be frank, I think that is an epidemic that is sweeping the country, not just L.A.

In a city predicated on preening self-obsession and megalomania, how is this news?

Maybe this sounds disingenuous, but I wasn't aware that the issue of whether to dye one's hair in the face of the grey scourge was gender-based. As a middle-aged man, I see countless peers who are so clearly stricken, looking as if they've dipped their heads in an inkwell. And it's laughable. Pathetically so.

This reminds me of the time I was serving a gentleman (I use the term loosely) and at the very outset of our time spent together, he announced to me and the people in his party that he was Yelping me even as I recited the evening's specials. He then held up his Smartphone to prove his point. (Ah, the ironies of people…

Sports journalism is a sub-division of the Fourth Estate. As such, it is and should be held to the same standards imposed therein.

It's getting to the point that magazines like Esquire, which used to be known as having some literary pedigree, are now dependent on the paltry offerings of pygmy-neanderthals. They're not even full-sized anymore, these dwarves.

One man has lived his life on the dashboard as a bubblehead. The other man has lived his life in front of the dashboard as a bubblehead. Which one's which?

What do you call a man (and I use the term loosely) who cheats, lies about cheating, swears a blood oath that his credibility is beyond reproach, only to recant his testimony in a controlled environment so as to give himself the chance to re-enter the world of competitive sports yet again?

Great distinctions to match a performance that was seamless in its execution. The scene where they both admonish each other to not cry as the tears spill from their eyes is as compelling a sequence as I have ever seen.

It's interesting that you characterize the character portrayed as despicable: he was clearly a damaged being in his own right, and a great part of that damage limited his ability to parent his daughter in a healthier manner, but I never once doubted his love for her nor his devotion that she grow up in a manner that…

This film is a real triumph of imagination, ingenuity, fancy, gritty reality, and the human spirit for all involved. It bears multiple viewings, and reveals something new each time you see it.

Boy, you really nailed Mr. Saban here, Drew! 'Called him out for his rank excellence, his singleminded pursuit of goals anyone else would be blessed to achieve once in a career, let alone three times in the last four years.

Why is it that in a world of zero-tolerance, we are surprised to find everything to be intolerable?

I don't know. Call me crazy, but if I am the star of a major motion picture, and I am attending the premiere of said picture, and I know I am going to be exiting a limousine (an act that practically requires one to either separate one's legs for an instant or slither out like a snake), and I am all too well aware that…

Arrow?

Though two wrongs don't make a right, two writes can definitely make a wrong.

Ms. Cho,

If you ever need a surrogate mother, someone to bear your child, I am your man.