I was going to snark about how anyone could learn to empathize with someone else when they were being paid handsomely to do so, but then I remembered Megyn Kelly.

It’s all about the pizazz in this industry.

Queer Eye, Season 3: The Original Soundtrack, by Sammy Hagar.

“Occasional clumsiness” is a heck of a euphemism for an accidental pregnancy.

The story of a priviliged young blond woman who goes from an exclusive liberal arts school in New York to her equally-privileged friend’s apartment and social circle, only to come into her own after getting with an older person? Naw.

Not my girdfrond!

Can you imagine those four, all dressed up and pressing up against one another as they harmonize and make sweet music?

It just seemed so humiliating to make Don Cheadle sell churros on Main Street.

Upvote for the explanation, although now I need another bowl of soup.

You’ve disappeared too far into the role, Tilda Swinton.

This is his golden opportunity!

Bad enough they had golf at the last Olympics, but now they’re Breaking, Two?

But he’s dead and loving it!

I call it, “Getting Grimes-y.”

We can discuss reasonably now? This won’t end well!

I have a version of that when it comes to trying to take the sting out of rejections. There was an early twentieth-century spiritual teacher named Florence Scovel Shinn who once wrote a phrase that I try to keep in mind when dealing with people: “No man is your friend, no man is your enemy. All men are your teachers.”

He? No. Me?

“Edith, this engagement ring was forged in the fires... of my heart.” *smoulders*

You could spend years mastering your body and how to move it, or you could just get a couple ribs removed surgically.

Yeesh, thanks for comparing me to the worst season of True Detective.