I think you’re thrown by your expectation of “basic professionalism.” 

Mark!!

I don’t think it was either. I think it was lack of knowledge/intellectual curiosity regarding a song written and brought into the mainstream by someone over the age of, say, 23.

I don’t think it was either. I think it was lack of knowledge regarding a song written and brought into the mainstream by someone over the age of, say, 26.

LOL! I sing the crap out of “Boogie Shoes” but it sure isn’t mine!

And, even more unimaginable, imagine if the Jez writer(s) knew an error had been perpetrated and chose to correct it immediately rather than being called out for it. Can you imagine? Nah, me neither.

There you go.

It’s Jezebel.

Are you serious?

LOLOLOL!

Oh, for the love of crap.  Her name is Gianna.  

Yep. Any handler who shouts, “Holy crap” on national tv is fine with me. (That Swissy was a beauty, and I was so happy to see the Entlebucher. But I’m still a Leonberger/Rotty person!) We were there in ‘96 when the Clumber won, and the crowd was every bit as rowdy back then as it was this year.

It’s common here; everyplace else seems to manage nicely.

Serious question: If you’re going to continue writing about Zaya, which is admirable, how difficult can it possibly be to spell her father’s name correctly?  I’m beginning to wonder if you’re purposely being obtuse.

Whoo-boy, this thing is so cringe-inducing!  The women all need to wash their hair.  And Jessica.  Oh...oh...Jessica. :-(

It’s true that everything old is new again!

Well. Who knew that body rolls by a bunch of beautiful Korean gentlemen were exactly what I needed this afternoon?  I’ll be in my room.

Would that there were more stars to give.

Jesus H. Christ. If there’s one goddamn thing Jezebel can be relied upon to be these days, it’s bitchy and fucking stupid.

Ugh. I believe that mouth sounds are a human rights violation so prefer to serve whatever’s for dinner and then get the hell out, to a room with doors (or a loud TV) if possible. Granted, it’s easy now that it’s just me and Mr. Tipton, but still...