This is what’s happening. Her husband works from home. I guarantee this woman doesn’t fart in the presence of her husband. Her husband has put her on this pedestal to where she feels she can’t shit in her own house. Instead, she goes out for a “jog.”

I have to believe that there is a better way to be a boss than to be a cold asshole. Having regard for other people’s feelings isn’t a weakness; its human.

Big Little Lies does not need a direct sequel. Instead of making one, why not adapt another Moriarty novel with (most of) the same cast in new roles?

I get this overwhelming need for lemon and cocktail sauce.

I’m surprised, given that it was a dangerous area, that Netflix didn’t think to hire a security detail or contact anyone in local government to ask them the best way to go about it.

She’s tremendous. I binged the Leftovers not long ago and she’s so damn good as Patti.

I’ve seen her play a few times and I also thought she seemed smaller in real life! Still absolutely mesmerizing though.

James Woods, like most of his unhinged brethren, exists only in opposition to ideas. Entirely incapable of advancing the human condition or articulating arguments for anything, they can only scream, “No!” in the face of progress and obstruct the work of others.

That letter is fantastic, my favorite sentence was “I see your gaslight and now raise you a scorched earth.” Bring. It. Amber.

The woman who first told the story as a blind item has said it was not Louis CK. Another comic, Doug Stanhope, came forward and said it was him, not Louis CK. So why is he still being tarred with this brush? I’m sure he’s not without faults, but it’s been pretty much verified that this isn’t one of them.

Dear Ice Cream Ad Person,

Can we have ‘The Blind Assassin’ next?

This is all I want for Christmas. ‘Cuz you can bet that lame-ass do-nothing has not brought his stupid little golf club up to code, and I hope it gets flattened.

Here’s the version from Harper’s... sans the bake-off competition. The longer, unedited-for-length version is in the essay collection A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again.

Saw this on twitter and it made me laugh.

Our president, the deal prodigy, shocked Republican lawmakers today by quickly siding with Democrats on a three-month bill to fund the government (Republican leaders had initially hoped for an 18-month debt-limit hike).

I read your comment as Ronan Farrow and Jon Lovitz. Yikes!

It involves chemistry and a little bit of biology.

Chemistry: You see, the head of the match contains sulfur. Now, when you light a match, this sulfur reacts with the oxygen present in air and creates sulfur dioxide, a highly pungent and colorless gas.

Biology: The olfactory receptors in our bodies are very sensitive to…

The only tampon I have ever flushed are ones I accidentally dropped in the toilet. I have no comprehension on why someone would flush one.