I am wearing shorts right now. My shame has opened a fault line and I'm about to disappear down into the molten core of the earth.

I think the problem here is clear. I'm in Los Angeles.

I'm sending nachos and....well, I was going to send wine, too. But I'm worried that will set you off. It's cry juice, after all.

I agree in theory. But there was also a shot of David Oyelowo visibly crying. Which could be taken as even more pandering.

Dammit.

Now I'm re-thinking everything.

When he's unwittingly drugged into an honest confession.

RE: Chris Pine. I feel like this is part of the disingenuous and shallow nature of the world we live in.

Oh, I got your tone, for sure!

Considering Tom Cruise is in a horrible, destructive cult, I'm not going to lose a minute of my time worrying that he's not seen his daughter in...a week, let alone 540 days.

Straight lady, here. I don't get it, either.

Person whose husband listens to podcasts at 1 a.m. because he's a night owl wonders when every other sane person listens to podcasts. Because, I'm tired. And cranky.

I like your wife.

I say this without a hint of....well,anything, really....but I've run into Oprah at lunch three times now (five if you count coffee) and it wasn't any big thing.

You're too much. In a really good way.

(Also, fwiw I always felt this moment is where Germany and Peter Murphy merged.)

I love the 80s.

Eeee! It feels so good when someone else speaks my language.

Pretty sure Hiddleston could play him in the movie version.

MISS SAKAMOTO, YOU'RE BEEEEEAUTIFUL!