I’m more interested in how a proper woman in Victorian times (think Jane Austen novels era) would use a “bathroom” at a guest’s house. Elizabeth and Jane are visiting the Bingleys for tea and cake. Jane feels a rumble, she has to shit and soon. The carriage ride back home is like 2 hours long on bumpy roads. What do?…

You mentioned elsewhere also this movie spanning a year, but it only spans days/weeks leading up to Christmas. I like your comments, but you are mistaken on this point.

Ha, isn’t that the worst? When you aren’t a fan of someone or something, lukewarm at best, and yet are compelled to defend it/her/him when you feel there was a misrepresentation.

He did not ruin the video! She didn’t like the one they had done so she asked to see his. He didn’t want her to see it.

It’s a very nice rom-com. I don’t know what the other person was watching or what was happening in their life for them to think what they thought was happening.

I honestly don’t remember what the deal was with the wedding interruption. But I didn’t get the sense that he ruined her wedding video intentionally or in bad faith. They had another official photographer, didn’t they? IIRC they hired someone to handle it, they had a problem with the photos, and they called him…

I mean, the whole thing was geared towards him not finding out because knowing would hurt him and he doesn’t need to know. I think it’s an awkward, uncomfortable and painful situation for all involved, and that keeping husband out of it was an attempt to spare his feelings.

They don’t share a common language. But they spend time together while he’s writing and she’s cleaning, he drives her home a few times and they both develop a bond but can’t explain it to each other. He comes back to the U.K. and she goes home to Portugal. He misses her and learns Portuguese to go find her and explain…

I will grant that telling her to lie and say it was carol singers is the one part of that whole thing that borders on inappropriate to me. But for him, I think that entire exchange was actually just about moving on.

Because the person recounting the story to you doesn’t actually remember it correctly. He meets her when he’s on vacation and she’s working as his housekeeper. She leaves when he comes to the end of his vacation. And he immediately starts to learn Portuguese in order to speak to her. A year later, after not having…

...just in cases...

I always.fucking.cry. when God Only Knows pipes up at the end...

This story only starts out like a horror story. It was horrible for me at the time. My boyfriend and I were celebrating our first Thanksgiving together. It was also just a couple years since my Mom died, a loss which had blasted a huge hole in our family. We scattered after that and had Thanksgivings either alone or…

This is a sad, not funny story, but Thanksgiving is always a little bittersweet for me because it was the holiday I realized my first marriage was over.

Starred for “Congrats on the dong.” Still laughing.

I feel like I was just included in some real dirty shit reading that caption and that is no way to feel at a desk at 12:30 in the afternoon..

I promise I’ll try to keep up with the Wonkette BCO and recipe comments as much as I can, purely for you guys. By the way, all of you should tune in next Monday. There won’t be a BCO here, but I’ve got something else special planned for you all for my last day.

Which is ridiculous. I started reading jezebel for the pieces by Erin Gloria Ryan, specifically those on women’s rights that weren’t covered elsewhere. Now she’s gone and jez wants to be the Hairpin with Rookie’s audience. Do not care for.

How it actually went:

Here’s how the call between Pinkham and the people at Wonkette went in my head.