Yeah, but Stan will feel like she stabbed him in the back, which she really wants to avoid.

Phyllis' lipstick.  MY GOD, PHYLLIS' LIPSTICK.

This season has generally been really good so far.  I don't think this episode would have seemed so limp, but yeah, it definitely suffers in comparison.

Exactly.  I may be misremembering, but I thought the point of that scene is that Pete and Trudy aren't dancing like that because they're wildly happy with each other; they're ostentatiously good because they're both huge social climbers.

Baby sock it to me!

Damn!  Shit!  That is wack!

There will be many times in pop culture history that you'll enjoy something that everyone else seems to hate, or hate something that everyone else seems to love.  When that happens - as it does to all of us -  just shrug and comfort yourself with your favorite apt cliche (Mine is "Well, that's why they make chocolate a…

@Scrawler2:disqus - I agree they could be doing more with her right now, but I refuse to believe you think this is worse than her dating Tom.

Listen to BackStory (with the American History Guys) instead.  Better-written, better-produced, better-hosted, and more in-depth.  And now I'm out of hyphens for the day.  But seriously, though, it's great.

Hey, coooooooooooooool!

I often catch up later on shows I wasn't able to watch as they air, but I will never, ever watch a single frame of Girls.  I love reading all the articles and reviews written about it, be they from the slavishly devoted or the histrionic critics (there doesn't seem to be anything in-between).  I love reading the…

I don't like comedy-based ones, either, but there are some really good ones out there focusing on food or history or science or whatever.

Excellent review, Molly.  And not just because I agree on all points.

I just opened my mouth and out it came!

We sure are having a blast.  I hope nobody is going to be a drip about this.

"We got second place."
"Ooh, what'd you get?"
"Treated badly."

Judging by that picture up there, there's a sign off to the side that reads "You must be this greasy to be Ready for Love."

I read this as Eileen Atkins at first, which would be a completely different cinematic experience.

She may not be gracing the cover of Vogue anytime soon, but I'd love to borrow a Grandma Pauline next time I need to deal with a utility company.

I'm just gonna go for it now, and say that I'd totally go for the new pudgy, bearded Stan.  I am not ashamed!