Ooh, this sounds like an episode of "City Confidential". I can almost hear Paul Winfield.

Laura Ingraham suffers from some serious denial of "something"—I'm not entirely sure what it is, but she's yearning to be free of her shackles. Poor thing.

"Derelicte" has finally been realized!

Kanye's lucky he has all his limbs following that mishap with a hay baler. Why they even have one of those in a fancy French hotel, no one knows.

That's very cool. However, be careful what you try to play on it. I don't know the details, but I was told by a collector that you can ruin some 78s playing them on certain types of old phonographs, so you may want to do some research. Back in the 20s, records were made from all kinds of crap, vinyl didn't come…

Ooh, but he's dressed like Marsha Mason in "The Goodbye Girl"—I love that jacket!

Really? That's insane. The show really went downhill fast after Season 5. I loved Wendi and Mary Birdsong, too.

Not only "Coldplay" but a guy who thought it would be a really good idea to spawn with Gwyneth Paltrow. Brrr...

I'm sorry, it's gross even if no one is sitting there. Someone will be sitting there and bits of your feet will remain. Do you want your arms resting on someone's footstool?

I know this sounds mean, but, clearly she didn't have the best plastic surgeon—maybe she wasn't a good judge of medical professionals.

I thought this was from the Michael Lohan collection.

If you have the money, Eileen Fisher makes the nicest plus-size clothing. But not everyone can shell out $250 for a blouse. I probably shouldn't, but I do because I can't stand to wear most of the stuff available in my size. Not quite as expensive, and the polar opposite of the Eileen Fisher aesthetic, is Gudrun…

Perfect!

I enjoyed Devil in the White City, too. "Thunderstruck" by the same author is also fascinating (and also involves a murder).

All the flags, flag decals, freedom fries, etc. I knew things were settling down, however, when the Washington Post ran an article on Capitol Hill residents fretting about whether it would be OK to take the flags down from their lovely row-houses because they were getting tired of them.

Exactly! Show him how never-nude you are (as far as he is concerned)! Even your fish!

You shoulda sent him pictures of fish dressed in tiny outfits.

Well, my evidence is only anecdotal, but every busy-body shamer I've ever known, came from a lot mixed-up family or institutional drama and used criticism of others in order to feel better about themselves.

And, let's face it, that disgust always starts with the disgust they feel with themselves. Maybe they're miserable failures or butt-ugly—or were made to feel that way by mommy/daddy/whoever—but fat-shaming (or shaming anyone inappropriately) usually grows from self-hared.

I actually agree with you about calling this stuff art.