My brain first read the line as Demi Moore and Ed Harris, and I nearly choked with indignation on behalf of Amy Madigan.

Wasn’t this Prince Regent thing a plotline in the Olivia Williams “Miss Austen Regrets” movie? I feel like this isn’t new news.... She meets with some royal functionary, who tells her how much PR liked S & S, he teases her with a spot of patronage, she teases back with the prospect of Emma. Hmm.

Can we also agree that the dude (and it’s always a male person) who stands in the fucking doorway of the elevator so that the women in the back of the elevator ‘can get out first’ should just get the fuck out of the elevator? YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GET A COOKIE, FELLA. MOVE!

Sorry, this is the only important iteration of Keanu on a horse:

Presumably, the new design will look like this:

From the front-page photo, I thought this was going to be an article on former-footballer-turned-actor Vinnie Jones, whom I love. Disappointed!

First several paragraphs detailing her eating habits and strangers’ opinions on her figure? Prompt me to not read further. I mean, it’s a reminder of how bad shit has been for written-about women. But does this serve as a criticism of that kind of nonsense, or celebration of it? Or is it SOP enough to still not matter?…

First of all, +1 for Occam’s Epilady.

In this context, nobody but nobody is hot.

OMG, I totally had an employee who did theater, and I dutifully went to her show. And she totally got nekkid on stage. And I totally wanted to crawl under my seat in a full-body TMI cringe. Next day at work, she’s all ‘hurr, shoulda told ya. Was it weird?’ YES IT WAS AWFUL.

Ha! When I was a small, the fam took a trip that included Universal Studios. There, we crossed paths with a person that the surrounding hubbub said was an Actual Actor, and we dutifully lined up for autographs (in our newly purchased autograph books, with the glossy, pastel pages). Clu Gulager. He signed for the…

I think you’re right. The video of him looking weak sitting at his lunch? No way Trump keeps him on. He wants bullies, and that clip makes him look like a girlyman [/hans and franz].

You get my star for usage of one of my favorite words: codswallop. Even more fun to say out loud,

I gave you a star, but I’m not proud of it.

“It’s the principle, not the money.” Nah, gurl, it’s both. Get your money.

I’ve been thinking a lot today about Edward II of England, and the end often ascribed to him. No reason! 

The Bloomberg link says the colleague whose rib Manchin cracked was McCaskill, not Heidi.

Pull their fucking licenses. The state demands you leave your fee-fees at the door when you’re treating patients (which pharmacists do after their fashion).

I call it “fritatas time.” Geddit?! ‘Free Ta-tas?’ Geddit?!?

It’s a $39 jacket! That’s not the kind of budget garment that would ever grace her body unless she meant it to.