Totally unrelated but also sort of related: We just named our new baby Phoebe, and I feel very affirmed in our choice when I encounter cool, creative women with the same name. #notjustafriendscharacter

Yes! It’s awesome. As the mother of three daughters (younger than those on the show), I find it both encouraging and delightfully terrifying.

He did! We got him when I was 4 (he was probably about 2 years old then), and he lived until I was in high school.

Growing up, we had a Flemish Giant rabbit named Jamie. He had free reign of the house, used a litter box and would stand at the back door when he wanted to hop around the backyard for a bit. He lived for like, 14 years. It makes for a good story, but he wasn’t particularly kind or cuddly. If you picked him up, he’d…

He’s definitely in the midst of a slow evolution toward bearishness. My husband and I just realized that he’s Nephew Fred in the Patrick Stewart version of “A Christmas Carol” - In that instance, his mop was covered with a top hat and balanced out by Dickensian sideburns.

YES. It’s like someone transplanted an antique teddy bear onto his head.