My friend, any rule is subject to exceptions. Implicit in my example was the presence of sincerity with no anterior motive other than the one to state a socially discomfiting truth of admitting to being lonely. Oh, and one other factor that you've introduced into the mix: the groundswell of momentum triggered when a…

Little known fact: If you ever want someone to leave you immediately alone after they have asked you how you are, with no inflection, expression or intention whatsoever, just say, "I'm lonely."

When I read about toxic bags of testosterone like this, I wonder how it is they attract followers. Then I remember the Thomas Edison quote: "Five per cent of the people think. Ten per cent of the people think they think. The other eighty-five per cent of the people would rather die than think."

How a journalist can think that playing themselves in a movie or TV show doesn't degrade their journalistic bona fides is beyond me. The line between news and entertainment has become an ethically-permeable membrane, with both sides of the equation suffering its effect.

The venerable Pat Tillman spins in his grave despite an investigation into his death that has all the gravity of a piece of cheesecloth, but this expression of unquestionably bad taste gets the full weight and measure of the investigative arm of the military.

Wow, Mark—you nailed it!

Jesse, you're exceptional on too many levels to list. People's ability to relate to you is in direct proportion to that fact. Thank you for the insights, discourse, and humanity.

He spends time in Malibu, where he has been a warm presence.

Well, let's see. It is posted as a free-standing piece, somehow worthy of your attention. Why is that? It literally mentions that the picture's object is not wearing makeup IN THE TITLE. Why is that?

Well, then, not only am I happy for you but I respect you deeply for being able to bridge the chasm that exists for a lot of people: that somehow being less than physically alluring/photogenic makes them incapable of loving themselves as fully as they might otherwise.

My condolences to you, Jessie, because I have a sneaking suspicion that until you get over your fear of your physical image, self-love will elude you.

I would point out to you the concept of that which is implied, but given your comment here I fear it would be lost.

You know you live in a bankrupt society when one of the greatest acts of bravery is to sit in front of a camera and let it record the image reflected in its lens.

Exhibit A in the ever-burgeoning file of evidence that Class Warfare is on the horizon…

This is definitely bad faith, a sad example of Jezebel trolling itself.

I don't know, as an ex-lawyer-turned-actor/writer, if the voiceover narration didn't sink it, Mr. Casino's musical score for this bit of video tripe is grounds for disbarment.

I had the distinct pleasure of meeting Phil (how he introduced himself) spending an evening with him in his element: after a night of theater and a trip to Canter's deli for post-mortems.

The temptation here is to say that the only acceptable use of the word "stupid" is in reference to how Mr. Padalecki used it in response to Mr. Hoffman's sad and tragic demise.

I'm just glad I got to see him in an intimate setting, before he sells out…

She hadn't had kids when I knew her, but that was so long ago that she certainly could have.