The fat jokes in the trailer are awful, but it also isn’t helped by that ghastly music; the supporting cast, however, is stellar and I bet it’s going to end up being good. (Gervais himself does pathos better than most comedic actors, in my opinion, so this is perfect for him.)

The first time I saw her standup (on late night tv in the 80s) I *adored* her. I can’t believe the road she’s taken, how grim it turned out to be.

Ditto, but with mustard AND onions. Oh god, just typing out the word mustard is making my skin crawl and I feel heave-ish. 

+1 JFK.

My god, is it an actual human head?

I’m the same way, although not solely by nature. I was raised by two people who were so unfailingly deceitful I told my husband when I met him, “Every word out of my mother’s mouth is a lie, if not factually, then emotionally,” and when he saw it for himself he was gobstopped. I made the choice to be transparent and…

I totally get this. I was born without the cagey gene -- everything shows on my face immediately. 

This is quite layered, and I appreciate the low-key, ongoing ruse which is your life.

I currently use lime and kosher salt to remove garlic and onions from my hands, which makes me smell like a tequila shot. It attracts a different type of suitor, I must say.

When I was growing up, vanilla was only used for COURTIN’.

All of this just sounds very young to me. One of my sons is in his twenties, and has never been in anything but a hetero relationship (including the current one, which is serious and long-term), but publicly identifies as bi. He’s not part of the queer community or anything — he’s making some statement about his inner…

Shoots Ladders and Leaves.

They talk about Kourtney’s boobies, but you didn’t hear that from me.

It is flaming jelly garbage.

I live in North Carolina (one of the excellent parts, thank beezus), and can attest this is exactly the sort of state where a tip jar would be stolen by a woman with hair like that. The other main contender: Indiana, obviously.

In a comment below I said I wanted to build a shrine to her, and I legit tried to figure out how to do that. I was hoping she had an action figure or a bobblehead or there was already religious iconography made around her (I was prepared to take shortcuts), but I couldn’t find the right thing on Etsy. I ended up…

I made a deal with myself to think of tattoos I might want, then wait a year or two to see if I still like them. If I do, a wait another couple years just to be sure, and in this fashion I shall go to my grave untattooed but with the knowledge there might have been one I still found cool.

A commenter here once referred to Lyndsay Lohan’s maddening collection as “bad tattoo management,” a phrase that stuck with me. 

dear lord i just snorted like livestock

I bet we know each other, at least by name.