It don't get no better.

And they're still together, 30+ years later! Older, deafer, but still irreverent and hilarious and loving each other.

I heard that report, and found it puzzling that the implication was that this was a novel idea. My mom and stepfather met cute while working as VD investigators in NYC in the early nineteen eighties. The job described in the NPR piece is just what they did.

"Exotic" is right up there with "fiery" and "inscrutable" for words that make me think, just...NO.

Always have to give a shout-out to the historical fact that the Nazis abhorred, outlawed and penalized abortion. Just throwin' it out there.

Sweet pants. That's what I get for doing a skim of a Dirt Bag.

As a friend of mine said, "This Vows was like a parody of all the Vows."

I like the implication that you can't possibly be all-American and also be be-dreadlocked. Classy way to be an asshole, secret source.

I let my VF subscription lapse last month after having maintained it for years. It has lost its freshness and its edge. The photo spreads are ALL themed "Ye Olde Hollywoode Glamoure" and while I love pin-up girls and Jean Harlow's bias-cut slip dresses as much as the next refugee from the nineties, at a certain…

Also: I think of "Married to the Mob" as sort of a bookend to this movie in my mind. Not sure why I feel that way, but if you like WG, you just might like MttM, also. Both feature the young, slim and New-York-accented Alec Baldwin as the heroine's mate.

I think she has a degree, but it's not an MBA. That might be what she's working on when she has to go to the Emerging Markets Seminar. ("Can't the markets emerge without you for once?")

Saw that movie in a theater, on a date with my high school boyfriend. Had to conceal the fact that I was totally crying at the end. Have seen it probably 10-15 times since then, and no longer feel the need to conceal my tears. It's the only time I ever really liked Melanie Griffith. And I still frequently…

As stressed out as I get when I have to parallel park in front of people, I can only imagine how bad I would wig if everybody was watching me drive, like, down the street. And nobody wants to be the first lady-driver in an accident. Ach! The pressure! It's making me tense and I'm nowhere near there.

I thought she was trying to avoid the slammer?

I still remember how much of the public anger directed at Linda Tripp seemed to be more because of how she looked than what she did. And I cannot see a picture of Mitch McConnell without saying to my poor husband (who has heard this rant a hundred thousand times), "No analogously ugly woman could EVER have succeeded…

Used to serve this woman coffee back in about 1995 when she worked at Jefferson and I worked across the street at Cafe 930. I recognize her by Her Look, which is essentially unchanged. Go, Foreskin Lady!

Also, not to be a dick, and it's cool if this is how he prefers to roll, but, um, is he wearing makeup in that picture? Just asking.

It may be some small consolation that his hair appears to be thinning in the front.

YOU ARE RUINING MY HAPPINESS. I WAS SO DELIGHTED THAT WOODY ALLEN'S SON WAS ACTUALLY FRANK SINATRA'S GAY CHILD PRODIGY SON AND YOU HAVE RUINED IT. Boo on you.

Valacyclovir.