I hear you (congrats on your wife’s good health!) I cried like a baby reading the essay even years after helping a loved one manage care for end of life from cancer. Nope. No, thank you, indie cancer drama.

That 2LW is like exhibit 42 of why cuckolds in real life must be exhausting. You find a dude who you are down to fuck in front of your boyfriend and he complains he’s not “hot enough”?? I would tie him up and break down in step by step detail about how this other guy gets me wet and then see who’s the dominant.

When you’re a woman with your own money and power, being supportive and loving is way more valuable in partner. You’re trying to run shit and deal with the patriarchy, you don’t have time to baby a man who has been told he is “important.” Those dudes are exhausting. 

Yes, this. I’m a Georgia voter who received 20+ postcards post marked from Boston and La Jolla and where ever. This didn’t inspire me to vote. It seemed like busywork for the anxious base. The work that turned Georgia blue (for the moment) was hard and tedious and incremental. I hope that these recent successes will…

That poor LW2 has got to cut and run. Being even mildly kinky in your 20s and going to Belgium with a sexually incompatible partner is like going to a La Maison du Chocolat store with a Hershey’s bar in your sweaty hand and being like, “No thanks, I’ve got some chocolate.”

It’s busy work to keep an anxious base engaged.

This weird idea of Raffensberger as a defender of democracy has got to stop. He knows there is no legal way for him to hand over the electoral votes and he will look like an an ass in court down the line. If there was a legal way for him to side with the president, he would. As we speak, his office is drafting…

***SPOILER ALERT***

Are we sure this isn’t a really committed piece of performance art?

Well, and also that she doesn’t realize that she’s into him until he has a girlfriend. For folks who aren’t really ready for a real, adult relationship, emotionally unavailable people are soooo sexy . . . until you have them. This lady needs more time in therapy before she gets into the relationship business.…

Anyone elses stop and rewatch the opening couple of minutes where she’s jetting around the world, dancing in large groups and sharing drinks with friends one or five or fifteen times? God, that looked like fun.

Ah, okay. I was trying to figure out for whom Hugh Grant was the red herring (betting on Sutherland.) He just seemed so guilty, but now I see the kid is the red herring for his murder-dad.

I got Covid PTSD flashbacks with Matt’s plosive “P’s” during the pudding challenge.

NARRATOR: . . . It turned out, late stage capitalism was the enemy all along . . .

That was a nice 30 seconds and interesting facts about octopusses.

This was a paint-by-numbers episode.

I was worried for Laura until she said “yuzu curd.” I would eat a jar of that with a spoon.

I admire the dedication, but narrative escapes me. Did . . . the one on the roof get a knife to the head that caused him to drop the safe? . . . . Were they robbing a body parts store? Is that duplex even coded for commercial use? Many questions . . .

Did you notice that (what looked like to me) pretty bad burn on the inside of Linda’s arm? I suspect all that cheery pragmatism and family separation may have been taking a toll. She was not at her best.

Stockard Channing and Dianne Wiest were so charming in this movie. My sister and I have joked (but probably mean it) that we are going to spend our old age like them; bebopping around in eccentric clothes, waking people up for midnight cocktails.