This reminds me of my father-in-law’s second wedding, when he married the woman he’d been having an affair with (well, one of the women, anyway).

My officemate and another co-worker sit in my office and spend a couple hours a week talking about the Bachelor/ette every goddamn week like they’re gossiping about people they actually know in real life, and it’s fucking annoying, but I wouldn’t necessarily call it a fandom, and if it is, it isn’t toxic. Just inane. 

I think Trump’s presidency is a symptom of this kind of shitty, entitled worldview. They’re used to being catered to and seeing themselves in everything (Star Wars characters and presidents), and then we started opening the doors a little bit and letting the occasional non-white, non-male in. Now they feel threatened…

I started trying to grown my bangs out in middle school, because I was sick of the cowlick splitting them weirdly (plus this was in the days before flat irons), and I tried valiantly for a good ten years to achieve the kind of cool-girl hair I grew up envying— the kind of silky hair you could run your hand through…

Ruth Wilson deserves ALL the money for playing one of the best characters I’ve ever seen— Alice on Luther. McNulty hasn’t got shit on Alice. 

It’s from the same people who did The Thick of It/In the Loop, which was what drew me in in the first place. I’m holding out hope for Malcolm Tucker to show up in the second season.

I thought I could handle it. I just got legit nauseous. 

Legally Blonde.

YES Swans Crossing. My sister and I spent a summer obsessing over that show. And now I’ve fallen down one hell of a YouTube hole.

Fucking figures.

I thought he was actually pretty good in the first season of American Gods— like, surprisingly so. I thought, well maybe he’s gotten better, taking a small role in a prestige show in a role outside his obnoxious dude-bro shtick. Now I realize nope, he still sucks, and I’m glad his character died in a most undignified…

I hosted a New Year’s Eve party shortly after they de-caffeinated Sparks. My friend and I had a brilliant idea— we poured Red Bull into our cans. It was a great evening, from what I can recall. There are a few pictures still circulating of us proudly showing off our bright orange tongues. 

No idea if this was part of the recipe, but I’d use Mountain Dew Kickstart (the “citrus” flavor) as a base. That stuff gives me a visceral taste flashback to Sparks. 

I hope it’s better than Amber Heard’s wig/dye job in Aquaman. Meera looks silly— when they have Momoa make a crack about redheads in the trailer, I was like “come on, NO ONE thinks that’s natural red hair!”

You know how some people become more attractive the more you know them as a person? Like, their personality takes them from average to hot AF? Paul Ryan is the reverse of that— except without the attractive part. (This may not have been a good analogy, but fuck it.)

I’ll wait for the Topher Grace cut— if you can’t tell the story of Mmm Bop in under 3 hours, you’re just wasting my time.

Shatner’s a well-documented trash person. This doesn’t surprise me at all.

That might have been me, using “The Secret” to get it made. Also, I wished for a kickass soundtrack, so I was three for three on that one.