I now live happily in a late 1970s apartment block in Los Angeles, which was hysterically described to me by the building manager as "an older building."

Ditto here. :'(

Not really sure — I haven't watched it (yet). But yeah, there are quite a few canyons around here — Laurel, Coldwater, Beachwood, Runyon, Franklin, Benedict, Topanga, etc etc.

Pro tip: do not buy a 300 year old house unless you are ready for really weird things to happen on your watch.

I used to own a flat in a 1720s terraced house in London. We had a mini-fatberg problem that showed itself when we realised that there was this... stinking yellow ooze coming down our sitting room wall. After investigation by a ridiculously expensive plumber we were given the diagnosis: at least 90 years' worth of…

If it's Monday, I must be Gina.

Since I'm an Angeleno, I have to consult my state-issued ID frequently to remind me of my name, and it almost certainly wasn't Tara last time I checked.

To be fair, there was a point in my life when it seemed like there were only six people in LA and we were all fucking each other.

Not a big deal at all. I moved over there in 1995 and nobody had a clue who she was.

Same here. I'm always astounded to see how people don't understand most of us from the 80s onward are not Thurston Howell III. I don't know about you, but I have never believed laws don't apply to me purely by dint of what my alma mater is.

Yale alumna from the mid-90s here, and someone who had a non-consensual experience. I didn't even bother bringing it to the university's attention, mainly because I knew how other women had been treated, and that because my non-consensual sex partner was my boyfriend, I had about *zero* chance of being taken…

I may be pro-choice for humans, but I am 100% pro-cake-life. Until it is in my belly where it will die a moderately swift, painful death.

Maybe we can figure out a sharing agreement. But there needs to be cake involved.

Yeeessh. I thought pregnant cakes give birth to cupcakes.

Marry me, Lindy. I'm in Cali so it's totes okay to have a gay wedding. Also, we can have sex with the cake afterwards, but not only will it have the image of the arrest on it, it will also have a cake topper. Plus CAKE.

What a coincidence — I was just reading about this last night because I was watching a 70s schlockeriffic film called "The Comeback" which starred Jack Jones. I wondered to myself, "Self, I wonder what Jack Jones is doing these days?" And dagnabit, he's in some film called "American Hustle." It has Jack Jones, I'm…

I will now gloat in all my 4 feet and 11 inches of glory. And then get the spatula to get a glass down from the shelf.

I dreamt the other night that James Franco was English, and a ghost. He appeared before me in a corduroy jacket with leather elbow patches and a pair of tweed trousers, sporting a goatee. I said, "I've seen you! In my house!" And English Ghost James Franco said, "Oh, well, I always preferred the company of live people…

Umami Burger sucks and is a total rip-off.

It recently took me nearly two hours to go from Brentwood to Van Nuys at 6pm. It wasn't an ideal time to travel, but that's the way it had to go. Sepulveda looked no better, and the canyon roads? Pffffffft. You pays your money, you takes your choice, and they all suck. If you're going to or from the Westside, it's…