Wait...what? Courtenay is too damn close to Madonna's age to throw her shade (plus, she's had just as much "work" done). Other than that...yeah, bitches.

Absolutely, and now she and Cher resemble the same flat-affect creature. WTF women?!

EXactly.

Oh god..D'UH.

Oh, Madonna, please stop it. You are fifty-six years old and still very attractive, but how many contortions did it take for that shot? You do not look like that now, which is fine: take that information and live with it. Be who you are, woman.

I have a bone to pick with you, Ms. Kerry Washington: fuck you for making me hate-watch the last half of season three of Scandal. Not going back for season four—I'm dunzo...DUNZO!

Different countries definitely have different customs related to weddings and gift-giving. For example, back in the day, my British mother was horrified at the North American custom of throwing wedding and baby showers because they were not the custom in England and seemed like such a blatant solicitation for gifts.…

Yes, I like this method. No presumption...just gratitude.

See that's the thing about gifts: by their very nature they are to be given freely, not requested.

Okay...I don't live in America, so not my first thought.

Wait! When did we stop liking dolls?!!

"Well, not now"—-hahahaha!

But you wouldn't have called the police on your co-worker.

Yeah, I really don't get all the freaking out. I find it creepy-haha, rather than creepy-creepy.

My central objection to this list is that it has no organizing principles and he doesn't distinguish between his points and his examples. He has, for example, "taking part in zombie walks" and "using sex as currency in a relationship" thrown down side by side. I feel compelled to organize these items under headings,…

These are my creepy dolls.

For sure this is just an eccentric doll-making lady who loves kids, but has none of her own. She's likely divesting herself of her crazy doll collection by leaving them as gifts for kids who kind of resemble each of the dolls.

I used to be so smug about my naturally 90s eyebrows...now I'm going through tubes of (the rather pricey) GimmeBrow at a desperate clip...just hoping against hope for the full Frida.

And I'm jealous of you: my dad never even buttoned up a button on my jacket or tied my shoe.

After I read The Poisonwood Bible, I could never look at the USA the same way again.