"...for one." I nearly spit coffee all over my laptop. (Also, are you channeling my grandmother? Creepy, yet hilarious!)

And they can all turn left! What in the heck, all ambi-turners?!

I would pay so much money to witness that conversation. (Especially if the TJ voice continues...)

Woah! How on EARTH did I miss that? Awesome.

Why isn't she a lady again? Because she spoke her mind and didn't roll over and take Republican bullsh_t bullying? Or was it because she stood up for the under-represented?

I know—the latest books have not even been the same. Don't get me started on the hot mess that was the Jeremy Mallory book.

I'm torn—thinking from an 18C perspective, can we really say we own ideas? As one famous British lawyer put it, when you hold a handful of seawater, do you then own part of the sea? (Plus, from a less erudite, more impoverished Grad Student perspective, I AM POOR, and I will never, ever afford anything outside of H&M,…

No offense Fabio darling, but I so prefer you on the cover of Johanna Lindsey novels.

The new Gaston had better be especially good at expectorating.

The tiny droplet of African child's sweat part is priceless. Excellent commentary on the usual celebrity silliness (and thoughtlessness) of wedding-crap. Brilliant, Erin!

I know. I also love that we get a little bit of shirtless action—like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one (with mud!).

I am so jealous—Viking Studies?! I definitely made a mistake with that whole "English Major" thing. I could have majored in Eric Northman with a minor in the 13th Warrior?! Curse you, UBC!

That is exactly what I thought. Well, embarrassingly enough, I am kinda halfway reading a bodice-ripper with an Arabella in it currently.

Went running this morning at 7 am here in Dela-where and it was already 80 with 90% humidity. Welcome to the armpit of summer, folks.

Olivia Wilde, I did not care for you as 13 on House, but I so want to sit down and talk world crisis politics with you. Rock. On. (though I'm not entirely certain that Marie Claire is the best venue for serious politics)

Oh Johnny Depp, you'll never fool me. I still own my VHS of "Benny and Joon," and "What's Eating Gilbert Grape." You remember those days, don't you? The days when you could just act crazy instead of wearing weird makeup or acting like a defunct Rolling Stone member? Siiiigh Good times.

I don't generally go for reality shows, but I would totally watch one featuring Dr. Ruth, Ru Paul, and Martha Plimpton, on the road, righting wrongs against women. It would be like Charlie's Angels but way more awesome.

Exactly! Who proudly admits that they don't pay attention to the basic "no means no" rule? Sheesh.

The interesting thing about this article is the ways in which it links up with current conversations in academia about the place of books and editing in the future. The DH crowd (digital humanities) loves this kinda stuff—innovative ways to reimagine a text.

Agree—with all of this. I don't know what they did to make me feel less icky about Bill, but I'm back to lusting after him. And Eric—I'm never gonna stop lusting after that man. (I think you're right she could totally sleep down there with him, which is kinda, like sweet, right?)