They should get America’s favorite dad as stand in one Mr. Tom Hanks.

bye everybody!

$20 that Kongrats is the baby’s name

Somewhere in California, Brian Dunkleman is Photoshopping his face onto Live with Kelly & Ryan promo stills.

“Shut up and dribble” is going to be my reply to every tweet Trump makes once he’s finally put away in a maximum security nursing home.

Why don’t women report/speak?

This is a shitty comment. There’s nothing wrong with aspiring to motherhood. It’s a valid thing to want to do. You’re projecting your issues on to someone else and that’s fucked up. Get therapy and work that shit out.

I am/was a rabid fan of the show, and I do not want a SATC 3, because SATC 1 and 2 were absolutely ridiculous garbage movies.

But did they even consider Pop, Six, Squish, Uhuh, Cicero, and Lipschitz?

It’s a really awkward, unfortunate length. Kind of like her marriage.

The biggest difference between Mariah and Celine Dion is Celine always keeps her growing vocal limitations in mind and accomodates them. If she sings old songs she adjusts them. And she has no qualms about admitting that (even coaching some kids on The Voice how to do so.)

He’s certainly a 6...when hidden by his stacks of cash.

I’m gonna stay irked that she announced them as “Sir Carter & Rumi”. Why doesn’t Rumi also get looped in with the Carter name? Not “Sir & Rumi Carter”, or god forbid “Rumi & Sir Carter”...

Hey! Black person here! Serious question, how old are you?

Don’t get me wrong Peggy Bundy was one of my favorite parts of Married With Children (I liked it as a kid, I understand it’s a tad problematic). But when you have, maybe had at this point, talent and are super wealthy dressing like Peggy Bundy isn’t ... Enviable? Classy? Interesting? It seems kinda desperate and weird.

I don’t know, I like the name Sir. Think of all the white men who are going to be pissed when they have to address him.

I love the idea of a Jay-Z/Rachel Ray affair. It’s so fucking random, and Food Network themed diss tracks would be hilarious.

It’s a very good thing that neither my husband nor myself make music, sparing you the ALBUMS of our bullshit fighting.