Poirot wore bow-ties, not neckties, and even had he worn a necktie, probably wouldn’t have been so sloppy when tying a Half-Windsor. Also, given that the Windsor knot would have been fairly new at the time, Poirot would not have worn it. He was still wearing pince-nez in the 1930s.

No, worries, mademoiselle, the oldest hipster in Brooklyn is on the case.

RIP, again, to the ever gentlemanly, beyond knowledgeable classic film lovers Mr. Osborne. Sigh. I believe it was Lucille Ball who encouraged him to pursue film history as a profession.

When my sister worked for United, we all had and followed the dress code for people getting basically free flights. And often, she and her kids would end up in first class. I really don’t see anything wrong with this policy. The passengers using the pass should have been aware of it too and dressed appropriately. …

“I mean, he is from Wisconsin.”

I’m actually really disturbed by Paul Ryan’s shoes.

And the Band Played On vilifies Dugas, and does so in a way that doesn’t totally feel credible. I’m glad that the record is being clarified, and that Dugas is getting his name cleared, so to speak. (I don’t think this is the first research to clarify that he could not have been “Patient Zero, but it’s good to have…

Martha Stewart worked her ass off to become Martha Stewart. Starting with baking muffins, selling them in offices and later opening a catering company. She built an ACTUAL billion dollar empire, not one based off of “how much I feel my business is worth today” Trump accounting. She also didn’t inherit $200MM.

Did you ever see the infamous croque-en-bouche episode? I can’t find video anywhere; the best I could do was this propaganda photo of the happy couple from marthastewart.com:

A long time ago (like mid-90s) Martha used to have Julia Child on and they usually baked things. She and Mary would be fun to watch.

Tituss as Effie is best Tituss.

But there was a “sexy take” on Oliver Twist just a few years ago. It’s from the producers of The DaVinci Load and BeTwinked.

Wut.

She’s lucky it’s 2016 and not 1976. People wouldn’t have pulled out a phone. They would have subdued her and kicked out a window and squeezed her through and thrown her into the East River. Bonus: none of the tabloids would have covered it. Not unusual enough. Special bonus: The New York Times, which never really…

Holy cargo shorts.

It’s called The Concourse.

A “freelance writer, actor, and filmmaker” rants about the insufferability of CrossFit.

How does a cop with “11 years of training and experience” not recognize part of a donut?

Shouldn’t it have been in French as well?

I don’t think he’s their buddy, guy.