“Schneider was nominated for a 2000 Razzie Award for Worst Supporting Actor, but lost to Jar-Jar Binks.”—Roger Ebert

I hate this remake of The Brady Bunch.

It’s so appropriate that the de facto leader of the so-called “anti-PC movement” is someone who absolutely cannot take a fucking joke.

His butt-hurt reactions are the best part of the skits. But he’s too stupid to realize that. There will be some solace.

True, but he’s still “a somewhat-recognizable name” as opposed to...everyone else in the lineup, which basically sounds like a flyer for a Rogers, Arkansas county fair.

With the exception of who?

I’m having a major schadenfreude moment. One of my friends was taking credit for the introduction because she had booked Jennifer to perform at a gala at Mar-A-Lago with The Marred one himself in attendance a few years ago. I was so disappointed and pretty shocked. This feels like a gift.

That Asshole: my inauguration is going to be the yugest, most glamorous star-studded amazing event ever. All the biggest names are calling me up, begging to perform for me and my supporters!

Maybe she pulled out because she can’t find something to wear. I hear all the dress shops are completely sold out.

My money is “I didn’t want those performers at my inauguration anyway!”

The lack of big-name acts (with the exception of Toby Keith, fuck him) at this inauguration is a satisfying morsel I cling to as we head into the dystopian nightmarescape. I LOVE IT.

I can’t wait to not watch the inauguration. I won’t even have a tv on that day. I will be outside in Santa Barbara working. It’s the most excited I’ve been to ignore cable in a long time.

An excellent apology. Good.

John Oliver is British, so he probably finds this reception to be a comforting reminder of his rightful place in the universe.

I did love Anna’s piece on Superstar Machine, but for me, NOTHING can top her dispatches from the conspiracy theorists’ cruise. That was such an amazing bundle of WTF delivered in a thoughtful and calm way.

“Pornography treats women *and children* as objects.”etc. This is the bit that is pretty concerning, to be quite honest. Child porn is *already* illegal. This links adult porn with child porn in a way that is a: hugely inaccurate and b: could set a precedent for future legislation.

Beyonce smoothed her skirt while her sister went wacky-wavy-inflatable-tube-man on her husband. I *highly* doubt this alleged phone call took place as described, if at all. She’s got way more chill than that.

My nephew’s circumcision went very, very badly and now I understand what President-elect Trump has been dealing with all his life. It’s nice when we can relate to our celebrities through our personal experiences.

It was a general joke, not one specifically about refugees.