And I couldn't help but wonder, "more importantly, what are we supposed to do with the life stuff that gets up around the sides of condoms?"

Stars, they're just like us! Well, not slutty ole me, but "us!"

While this fetish is unusual, I still don't think it compares to Molly getting off some millionaire by throwing grapefruits at his junk in Rubyfruit Jungle.

Good thing I'm not a Vogue writer because I'd probably just write something like, "Want to experience true luxury? Go shit in a Lanvin."

The demonstration certainly would be ... interesting.

Jessica, I'm not a contrarian person by nature and feel uncomfortable voicing discord, but I feel compelled to express my anger because this issue is worth commentary.

That was truly touching. I don't know what else there is to say

Oh, if you do, may I humbly offer up the following title suggestions?

That sounds just awful. From what you said, it sounds like her best course of action is to return to school and to deactivate from her sorority. Any true friends of hers still in the sorority will understand. Hopefully, she has some friends outside the sorority that she can reach out to, but if not, junior year is not…

Probably unpopular opinion but I'm more of a Chris Pratt fan. And not even the newly ripped version.

I just finished watching Orange today, and it was so good. Seriously, one of the best ensembles ever. I don't think I can remember caring about that many characters in one tv show ever. The only time I find myself bored is when watching the stories involving Piper's family & finance (other than the npr interview).

If you don't care about things being awkward, then I would just straight up tell him next time that the bothers to stop. Firmly say stop. Tell him to stop hitting on you, stop asking you out, and stop staring at you because it makes you uncomfortable. If you don't think that's making an impact, follow up with a threat…

This happens to me sometimes to, despite my best efforts not to let it bug me. Usually when I feel like this way, I don't text him until he initiates and just distract myself in the meantime. Then when I hear from him, I get some reassurance that he wants to talk to me. It's so silly, but hopefully, those feelings…

That's perfect, then! If you don't want to make him uncomfortable on the job, you could ask that co-worker to slip him your number. That way, if he doesn't call, there's not much lost, and you don't have to feel weird about hitting on him at work.

And who could forget the drama Samuel Larsen caused when he stole Hannah's (i.e. Jack Black's) "Skadoosh."

Watching these clips was just absolutely brutal.

Somebody get the Mr. Apple kid a web show, stat!

"there are more African-Americans in the corrections system today—in prison or on probation or parole—than there were enslaved in 1850."

Given Weiner's distain for spoilers, I think the very fact that Bryant said the costuming choice was deliberate is enough evidence for me that connecting Megan and Sharon Tate too literally is a mistake.

Well, Johnny Weir-Voronov, at least sometimes this happens...