Oh, Christopher Scott. And how is he not Michael Vartan's brother?

As a Brit living in the US, may I say that I am also saddened by Brits using the words "ass" and "sneakers" (and more USisms) as I'm hearing. Few like feeling as though their culture may be assimilated (arsimilated) out of existence.

It's the smugness.

It was in a tug of war with some suave, flamboyant on safari version of Pharrell, perhaps.

I knew what it was going to be and I still had to click it and watch all the way through even though I only recently watched both that and How Will I Know. I miss that time.

Tell yourself they're all sarcastic. Now I just need a tool to deal with errant apostrophes. The eye twitch they give me is getting distinctive.

Yes. I love this reasoning behind why we apparently (?) I really don't know...but apparently we have random, unplanned trees somewhere/everywhere amongst us on this globe, as squirrels hide acorns and have poor memories. Which is an adorable upside so let's just decide it's true.

I fancied him thoroughly around that time, not least bc he made a point of saying, "I am not gay" and after teenage experiences of finding boys not batting for me desirable, I thought he would be a safe bet because I am an idiot with no discernible gaydar.

whatywhatywhatywhatywhatwhatwhat? yuck...don't want to research.

Right. A Brit journo I follow just re-tweeted this, too. Odd.

Clumsy Sisters Unite/ It's good for me. I can never be haughty (doesn't mean I don't try) but as soon as I am: face on floor.

And why are some of the years missing?

You know what would be a riveting infographic? All the male winners' outfitszzzzz. Poor menz.

So, yikes. That didn't work and Kinja wouldn't let me edit it. Anyway, it was a super Cats Who Hate Kisses video where many of said felines put their hands over their masters' (mistresses') faces to stop them and it was similar to the above pic...Silly Kinja or whomever else I might blame.

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Although altogether possible that someone brought it to his attention with the aside of: Think who her father is. Think diversification. Think Timberlake.

Young Babs reminds me of younger Jen Aniston.

Something with them both in, this I would make the time to see. (movies in the cinema are like the gym to me: it's not the being there, it's the drive, the timing, the ...I don't know, the prequel to it all).

This is lovely. I'd like you to write Dirtbag. (and I quite like Doug's quirkiness).

And everyone knows that Leann and Dawson's era Michelle Williams are the true doppels.