I find this comment delightful. He's always struck me as quite smug. Plus I feel indignant about the fact that calls himself a feminist, and then goes and makes millions by participating in misogynistic projects, especially considering that he has a successful career, and thus has the choice of opting out of those…

Also: I was on a billboard in New York today, but I didn't want to be all conceited about it. Only like 10 thousand people got to be on it.

Jason Lee's kid, Pilot Inspektor, is a close second.

Yeah, I loved that. "Oh gosh, I would never date her, I'm like her dad's age. Ooh, blonde teenage model!"

Some insurance cos won't cover it for wrinkles but if it is for "acne" it is covered (or so I've heard, of course I may have just hallucinated this info).

My husband used to mock me—MOCK, I SAY—when I'd get fired up and go off about something. After I wound down he'd do the goddamn rat voice and hand. "The trash heap has spoken! Myaaaaah." So rude. So funny.

Are you telling me that a group of field mice could not plausibly help me design and hand-sew a ballgown from random rags lying around my stepmother's house?

Mark - Pictures of jail house guinea pigs. Now. Please :)

Good. I'm not losing it then.

Jezebel definitely covered it. I knew they were dating and I know I found out by reading about it here.

No Mark, I wouldn't do that because I wouldn't go to a Maroon 5 concert. Throwing a mike: more evidence that Levine is a douche of epic proportions.

I think Royalty is probably destined to meet Jermajesty Jackson at some point.

No, we knew they were dating because of that whole creepy reading-Lolita-in-the-park thing. Which I could swear you guys covered, but I can't find it.

Mark, that Fraggles character was called the Trash-heap. Used in a sentence, such as, "the Trash-heap has spoken. Myeah!"

I like Kelly Clarkson—I do—but Tracy Chapman is the absolute best and there's no way anyone could compare to her. Ever.

No problem! If you're interested in their analysis of the 2012 election, I recommend their book The Gamble.

Jonathan Lipnicki obviously had a run in with another celebrity that did not turn out as he expected. I imagine it went like this:

It's not really about sweatpants, fellow ladyfriends. Some men actually like sweatpants. It's about letting ourselves go. That's the REAL cause of divorce... Because once we, as women, let ourselves go then we're not physically attractive for our men anymore, and that's the whole reason they love us!