I know a lady like that who refused to see the more recent Wuthering Heights, which featured a black actor as Heathcliff. “It’s just not believable because there weren’t enough Africans in that part England at that time and in the book, he’s Roma blah blah blah...”

This. I’m a huge Walking Dead fan and for me, the sheer volume of people shipping Richonne, a romantic coupling between a white guy and a dark-skinned black woman, made me realize that audiences crave a story with convincing relationships rather than some arbitrary racial formula. (I know some people griped when Rick…

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon was also a wonderful dramatic movie about pride, betrayal and unrequited love. The green destiny? A gorgeous metaphor for things (skills and gifts) that can be used for good or ill. I’m a fan of that film.

Was CGI used to make actors look Asian in Cloud Atlas?

She is otherworldly gorgeous.

This octopus is living the dream of a Disney Princess! I like to imagine it hums “Part of Your World...”

You’re welcome?

No. Hurricane Alicia was a category 3 hurricane. You are incorrect. The winds shattered glass windows in downtown Houston skyscrapers. I grew up less than one mile from the Houston ship channel. We stupidly elected to ride out the storm because my father was on the hurricane team for a petrochemical plant on the bay…

I have known a few women who were brilliant enough to get PhDs in microbiology with molecular specialty, but who were what I’d describe as “daffy.” They wouldn’t make the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleading club, though. Not enough slavish attention to cosmetic detail.

Oh! Of course. For some reason, I thought your furbabies came up when you were picking up your asthma inhaler.

If it’s anything like Dippin’ Dots, it’s horrific.

I have to know why you talk about your cats at the pharmacy now.

Oh, honey. You can deep fry just about anything.

Maybe the model has an absurdly long crotch?

This raises a question: Have I had “back privates” all these years?

I would like to apologize for not using proper English in the previous post. It’s hard to write when you’re hearing “I’M IRONING THE CAPTAIN’S SHORTS” sung a la Disney musical in your head.

Omigod. Is it just me, or were the Melbourne RHs even more shellacked with makeup than the Americans?

Below Deck got better. That curly-haired chick who talked to the ceiling, and couldn’t stop flirting with her own backside long enough to stay interested in a dinner date.

I just can’t believe he applies his classical guitar training to his awful band, which he named “renob” because it’s “boner” spelled backward.

Whitney is a foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach.