Someone missed their shot; they could have done another Nina Simone movie if it had come out the same year as the Saldana version (like those Truman Capote ones, and also those Prefontaine ones).

The cute thing about “Christians” like Pence is that if, if hell is what he believes he is, he’s definitely going there.

Nice work!!

There was a horrible food-centric talk show called The Chew (horrible name, I shudder typing it). I “watched” it whenever I went to the dentist because it played in my line of sight while the hygienist was cleaning my teeth. That accounts for some of the viewership of daytime talk shows.

I watched this when I was a kid and believe it or not my main takeaway was purely educational: they wrote that letter of complaint to the sunglasses company! And they got a whole box of cool sunglasses, enough for everyone! It really made me understand the power of writing letters.

Really? Having recently reread the book to my child, it seemed to me to be clear that in Colin’s case, there was never any physical disability whatsoever, rather a horrifying abdication of responsibility by the adults in his life and an extreme case of hypochondria that got him attention and developed to fill the void…

All is see is vacuum cleaner ads.  Sexism!!

I really enjoyed that movie they did together. It felt a little like it was taking place on another planet (i.e. not as horrifyingly nasty as politics in the real present-day USA), but sweet and funny. I really like his acting within his range, which is pretty much all of it.

As far as his signature elements go, I don’t think Rogen can not deploy the deep voice and guttural laugh; he’s not a chameleon-like actor and these are part of the package. I’m sort of curious to see whether he’s convincing as the ancestor character.

When I saw the death notices, I assumed he was like 112 given that he was officially OLD (Cocoon! Mustache!) when I was a kid in the 80s.

Every park is crowded from dawn way past dusk where we are. Nobody can socialize indoors, so here we are. Chasing offspring, I climbed a hill covered with 20-somethings on picnic blankets. Must have been 60 people, maybe 10 masks.

For some of us with certain uh ... inhibitions, this is a feature, not a bug. And I don’t think it’s about book smell, wood pulp, whatever. You’re standing up, with your digestive system unkinked--compared to most sitting positions--and if you love books, you’re almost totally relaxed. These are excellent…

I (M, 44) am dead, but my skills as a child psychologist are alive and kicking. I’ve taken on as a client the one person (M, 11) who can see and talk to me. My therapeutic program is as follows: my client (again, M, 11), resolves his trauma by traveling around the city of Philadelphia by himself solving murders, and…

Or you could say receiving consequences for terrorizing his girlfriend has put him into a “different space.”  

Hmm yeah I thought this was an unnecessary gotcha but I see that the article you’re linking is from JUNE.

Oh my God, the “he was no angel” thing about someone who’s been murdered by police/other drives me f***ing bonkers. “He was in juvie at one point!” “He shoplifted!” GTFO forever.

So true, I never thought of that. 

I’m not a knitter but I know enough to know the guy in the picture illustrating this post does not know anything about knitting.  (Also, he needs a hair intervention.)

This is also true of growing tomatoes on a fire escape. Just buy them.  

I didn’t think her recent foray back into stand up was particularly funny. She tried to be conscious of coming from a place of extreme wealth, but it didn’t really gel.