Please, somebody do something about this. Street life has come to look like a worldwide 24/7 Rubik’s Cube Contest.

On her avoidance of celebrity feuds, she said:

Young Maggie Smith brings Carrie Mulligan to mind.

Why do shows get taken off Netflix anyways? Are they planning on putting out a superdeluxeedition box set or some such bullshit? I don’t understand how these kinds of contracts get negotiated. What’s the strategy?

I find it helps to think of “social media influencers” as circus clowns with phones.

Screen apologies are a self-manufactured melodrama designed not to seek forgiveness for anything, but simply to get more hits, more attention, more spotlight.

Screen Life.

Is it wrong to wish that social media influencers would just shut up the hell up?

I have several porn cam-girl followers, and weird little business followers as well. They never comment on anything– they’re just “following” me! I find it all very strange. Is there a way to delete them?

Thank you! Kim playin’ my jam! 4 minutes and 35 seconds of sheer dreck.

Link or it didn’t happen.

It’s super-easy to do. You basically take a vaginal egg and sit it in about 1" of water over an astrological wheel. I got the complete Astrology Snooping Kit at goop.

9/11 and the legacy of Charlie Sheen.

Dude, your writing is so vivid it’s unreal.

I remember the show specifically as a kind of lurid Weight-Loss Olympics. I don’t know if anyone was struggling with actual anorexia, but after a certain point you could see the actresses vying for the “Thinnest” Award. A ghastly, weekly subplot, made all the more electrifying for remaining entirely unacknowledged, a…

That pink/turquoise palette is god-awful. Is it some kind of vintage pinnacle Cosby/Miami Vice aesthetic from the 1980s?

Thank you. I personally classify King’s books (and films) under dreck. I love horror and thrillers and have tried to get into King several times but inevitably find the writing, the perspective, the subtext, the sentiments and the stories utterly unsatisfying.

The film looks like fun, but only if Reese Witherspoon’s scenery-chewing hambone performance-style can be dialed back to about 11.

To say nothing of the Kiwis.