I came here just to say this! Perhaps we Canadians are all millennials at heart.

Luna should have had her own house and it would be called The Best House and you could only be in it by being the absolute best, which is why only Luna is there and maybe Ginny the end

Not gonna, lie, I’m a huge fan of Ella Fitzgerald and if my ovaries ever decide to get off the bench and I make a female human being, Ella is at the top of the list of possible kid names.

Cupcakes are great if they’re simple. The current monstrosities we call cupcakes — half the size of your head and loaded with more frosting than cake — are ridiculously hard to eat and painfully overpriced.

She was a delight in that! And it’s a great show to binge watch

I mean hate the Kardashians all you want, and certainly hate the culture that allowed them to become a thing, but honestly they have kind of worked to monetize their identities and they have been fairly savvy and diligent about it. I feel like they are unfairly maligned for exploiting our own cultural failings and…

I googled it and I want it.

Charleston Receipts (solid cookbook) came out in 1950 and my 90 year old neighbor in NC still called them receipts a few years ago. I have a feeling Coppola is using “recipe” because modern movie goers aren’t familiar with the term “receipts” unless Southern or into food in general.

It was definitely still “receipt” during the Civil War—-I’m pretty sure it didn’t become recipe until the 1960s, and even later in some parts of New England and rural northern towns. I’ve heard my grandmother mention receipt as recipe before—-she doesn’t use it anymore, but as an example of a “book of receipts that…

If “Upstairs Downstairs” and “Downton Abbey” are to be believed, “receipt” was still the pronunciation in the UK through the 1920's. Perhaps it changed to “recipe” in the US much earlier.

You should check out Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

[Cornell and Roger Ailes sit in Charon’s barge, and open their complimentary meals.]

Someone yelled a mean, fat shaming thing at me from their car two weeks before my wedding. I was walking from the gym, in my gym clothes, to the restaurant where we were having our rehearsal dinner to confirm the menu. I cried for days. My husband was with me. I felt humiliated, as though he maybe hadn’t known that…

I’m still stunned this segment aired.

This is pornography

Fellow Canadian, and I send something similar earlier today: this would all be hilarious if it weren’t alternately pathetic and terrifying.

Yeah, that one on here was so irritating. It’s come up a lot elsewhere too. But our softwood lumber agreement has already been kaput for years. Anybody who thought that wasn’t going to be a thing was an obvious idiot. And then they try and tell us that we are idiots. Would be amusing if we weren’t all fucked all to…

Obligatory.