My experience has been that I can read a particular segment but the comment section won’t load. If however I then close the window and re-open Jezebel and reopen the segment..... the comments load.

Can you back up to “kimono room?”

Here you go.

I like to imagine that The Tooch goes through vermouth so quickly he doesn’t need to store it in the fridge.

Is she still mouthfeed her kids?

Midwest city where the population is a split of big city liberalism as the majority and small town trumpism as the minority. They are a very proud minority though and they love to make sure everyone knows their MAGA loyalty through their too-small t-shirts, hats and bumper stickers.

I’m an actress, and after living through the nightmare of Me Too era scripts (think 21 y.o. Johnny FilmSchool writing a role reversal where the WOMAN is the harasser!!!), I’m now already seeing casting notices for screenplays about “Covin 19.” Because these dickheads can’t even spellcheck. I’m going to start killing…

One little correction:

It’s always nice when the garbage takes itself out.

At this point, the best way to determine if you have COVID is to cough in a rich person’s face, and wait for their test results.

I’m also able to appreciate the appeal of Padma Lakshmi’s at-home cooking tutorials, which she’s posting to Instagram in an effort to stay connected to fans while helping them navigate the ins and outs of making a chicken tagine.

They were showing a national spelling bee competition yesterday, which Mr Machine found truly engrossing.

”And if a sound was already grating on your nerves pre-pandemic, by several weeks into sheltering-in-place now it is inevitably making you LOSE your GODDAMN mind.”

This “outed as a landlord” shit is annoying.

I honestly can’t tell if you’re referring to Kissel or Henry lol

John Delaney is a failed presidential candidate. John Mulaney is the comedian you’re looking for!

Dude, naw, that's Becky.

A kitchen and living room on separate floors sounds so cruel.

Ha ha ha! I saw this one polo-shirt-wearing snap-back-hat jerk stretching out with his WTF-iron and I said to myself, “Self, what would a busy-body white lady do in this instance?” and I pulled out the old cell phone and called the po po