“There didn’t seem to be anything in it that connected to the rest of the show, and it almost felt like unnecessary (I hate using this word) fanservice or just an outtake from the previous series that was left on the cutting room floor.”

At least this Madonna-engineered controversy is age-appropriate. These are the windy ramblings of someone who just missed the early bird special at the diner. 

It’s really depressing that the first season of Jersey Shore was nearly ten years ago. I loved hate-watching it the first time (mostly because I grew up in a totally different part of Jersey and my memories of the Shore are mostly innocent), but I don’t think I want to be reminded of the cruel march of time right now.…

I am so, so sorry you’ve been going through this. I’m sending lots of love and positive energy your way.

I *knew* I should have kept that polyester silver babydoll top from Wet Seal and the yin-yang choker from Claires I bought during that one magical middle school mall trip twenty years ago. My mom even let me shop with my friends and pretend I didn’t know her. How am I going to replace them now???

Venmo Anal Error (In My Favor) is the name of my band’s new album. No, really.

I just moved abroad three months ago after seven hard but good years in SoCal. I don’t know if you have access to a car, but if you do, maybe you could check out the free yoga on the bluff classes in Long Beach? It’s held every day near the ocean and (best part of all!) it’s free: https://www.yogalutionmovement.com/blu…

Man, do I miss The Shield.

Hey Drugstore Glasses! I’ve long read and appreciated your comments. I just wanted to send love and positive vibes your way. My variety of fuckup isn’t the same as yours, but it’s also very real, also worked to burned bridges with friends I love and care about, and still a source of complications that I have to…

Oh. My. God. I think we have a winner for most terrifying tale this year.

Aw shucks! Thanks! But I wasn’t really—it the was the driver who was brave. This could have gone very badly for him as well, and in the interest of protecting himself and avoiding trouble, he could have just left me there. He didn’t.

I know this will be pretty downthread, but it’s a scary true story that really happened to me.

I doubt Frank ever made some horrified waitress watch while jerked off into a potted plant. But there are certainly stories of the Rat Pack’s exploits that would qualify as harassment and coercion today. For example (and I’m trying to find the link, I think it was in Vanity Fair), Joey Bishop once said that he was…

I wonder what Old Blue Eyes would think of Farrow’s reporting on this. He’d likely think “that’s just terrible what this Weinstein fella did” and not connect it to himself or his buddies’ own behavior.

If you’re a woman of color you can do kohl-rimmed eyes forever (or so I keep telling myself.)

Every detail you add to this story only makes it more intriguing. A lost gerbil tail during a play-date? Tell more!

Did you draw the rat yourself? I sure hope so.

“I would rather encounter a clown in a dark alley than Harvey Weinstein in a hotel.”

I remember my favorite item of clothing that year was a purple sweater with Ariel from The Little Mermaid knitted on it. I probably wore it with the stirrup pants.

My mother recently reminded me that when I was about to start fourth grade (25 years ago), I insisted on getting a first-day-of-school outfit inspired by a description of one of Claudia Kishi’s ensembles in The Babysitters’ Club. This getup consisted of white hi tops, neon pink slouch socks, black stirrup pants, and a…