I hate you for not including ABBA: The Movie by Lasse Hallström. Not strictly concert footage, and certainly not great cinema, but the sequence in the elevator is amazeballs.

The problem with FBH's output since Memories of Love is that it's sonically shrill and virtually unlistenable. I think if you're going to do an alt-pop homage to electro dance pop, you should remember the importance of being on-trend, and not sounding like you're recording on shitty, outmoded equipment and mixing out…

All I want to know is: Who the hell was the audience member who kept shrieking "OWW!!" at every even moderately funny bit? Why was he not tossed out? Decorum, please!

All I want to know is: Who the hell was the audience member who kept shrieking "OWW!!" at every even moderately funny bit? Why was he not tossed out? Decorum, please!

She looked like her snatch would smell like lettuce.

Amen. Now that I'm —cough— 40 I have officially ceased to exist in most of the gay world. I might as well load my walker into the LeSabre and go to Lenny's for an Eggs Over My Hammy and just be done with it.

I have very little patience for Josh's type. I have encountered people, mostly gay men in fact, around his age, who are indignantly haughty about being unaware of anything that happened with anything before they were physically born. It's sad. You're like, so what's your favorite Carpenters song, or favorite Beatles'…

Yeah, I really like her too. I know she's kind of The Anointed One, but jeez…if I was a woman I would want to just drape her clothes over my nude body and go out cocktail- shopping.

I think of all the episodes this season, this one may have been the most befuddling. Why all the love for Bert's shitty toga with the shoelace for a belt? It looked "expensive" because he put some fucking aglets on it? It was the color of Malt-O-Meal. And his metallic sheer fuckery? That looked like something I might…

Eh you're no worse than me. Equating Aspergery behavior to twatitude. I think we can all agree that people with autistic spectrum disorders face a whole host of challenges, not the least of which is being mistaken for a wooden asshole by mean, insensitive dicks.

Last week a commenter diagnosed Olivier as being severely autistic. At the time I thought that was a bit out of left field, but after last night's episode, I'm wondering if this armchair diagnostician might be on to something. Did you see the way he reacted to loud rock music? He did a full body cringe. He was ready…

I think that's kind of playing into the myth that if you (or your show's format) point out the government's flaws, you (or your show) must be libertarian. (It often follows, in this argument, subtextually at least, that liberals never point out failings of the government, because they are pantywaisted nanny-state…

No way is Maher as bad as Miller. Miller is an indescribably pompous, whiny, effete, nincompoop, with the delivery of a 16 year old AP student, AND he deliberately panders to the anti-intellectual right-wing crowd when he goddam-well knows better. Maher can be annoying and pompous, but he also has testicles and some…

Hmm, someone else who listens to Dianne Rehm. I always feel like such an old fart when I listen to her show, but God help me I love her.

It's just a tad stereotypical. Plus it gives the Lady too much credit for being artistically inspirational. She is most assuredly not. Lady Gaga is a fairly competent, if workmanlike, assemblage of past pop/dance music conventions, squished together to occur unnaturally over a two-year span.

What is this "Brooklyn hipsters" you speak of? I have never heard of it. You see, I am from Abilene, Texas, where acid-washed denim is just catching on.

Ok, bear with me, I am horrible with names. The guy who was the husband of the girl that Anthony Ryan dressed up as a cheerleader for Southwest Airlines. He had that handlebar mustache and the long hair, and at the beginning, I was like, wow, they got an actual redneck, what a monster. But as the show went on, and we…

Mine too. So apt. Does he not realize?

—INSERT NAME OF WHATEVER DEAD-EYED MEATSTICK WITH TITS HARVEY WEINSTEIN IS PIMPING THAT WEEK—
Oh, you are pitiless. Love.

That's what I want to know. It makes the replies look nonsensical.