Thanks. You answered my question (i.e., don't know him, so should I love or hate him according to Jez). Apparently he gets a "pass." Good for us.

The mind does unexpected and wonderful things. This could lead to something good. An Emu - is she ever the combination of exhausted/bored/played out? I think that I would love to be an Emu for a day. Do something with that, please.

Bravo you! 29ers. Look around you and see who you will become. In other words, celebrate your 30's BUT treat "old" ladies like myself with some respect, trust that although we are NO LONGER RELEVANT we have some wisdom that you will very much need. Don't laugh at us because you fear your own (sorry) DESTINY [cause…

A show of hands please? A gesture? Anything. Please Gawk/Jez: no more Trump anything. He will not win and he has never been, imo, interesting, amusing, incendiary or anything else. Please stop squeezing the lemon orange, Kara. C'mon - outrage us better. You know how. Remind us again that milk will kill us. My knee…

Thank you sincerely for reminding me that I am 1. old and 2. have always known that putting your identity (or credit card #, whatever) into the gaping maw of Social Media (for me, that includes everything) will only contribute to the stress of being Earthbound (which is bad enough. F gravity). *sweet old lady smile*…

Is Lin -Manuel Miranda loved or hated here? Hey it's something you have to ask lately!! Yeah, "what he said" if he means me and you.

And woe to they that celebrate the XY chromosome, because they have been eclipsed by those to whom humor has become the ultimate dividers of the wheat and the chaff. In other words, hey guys, you aren't that funny anymore because the best humor is usually a response to suffering. Stop pretending that you should not…

I don't know who this woman is (no TV). But I know of the AA's relinquishment to a "Higher Power." AA does not comprehend women or the fact that we have "higher powers" controlling us all of our lives and this really great "higher Power" is just another distributor of shame. I'm trying to stay 'on the wagon' too, but…

I believe you - absolutely. I did not dare the challenges of a major Metro. Likely I would be far happier if I had. I live in a "city" that is not a city but thinks it is. A dirt path in a super corrupt wannabe 'city' is heaven (because this city is as racist and regressive as an American city can possibly be).

I’m unschooled in the ways of the palette. But there is also jalapeno, ginger, ‘Quilla and much sugar. I have recently discovered that you can put plain yogurt on virtually anything and I do say "It Is Good." But this combo? I'm starting to think that A-list chefs are like most people who style hair. They have ideas…

I'm not even tipsy yet, but that was just such a beautiful response. Made me feel like I was walking down a country path, an incredibly clean and fresh breeze teasing my hat as I forget the super-glitz 'squalor' of the uber-rich and the filth they hide with their money (I saw a clip of that Vanderpump atrocity: like…

Note to 21st Century: Puffy sleeves have NEVER been a good idea, for anything on anyone. The 20th Century didn't listen. Do better and Don't Do That.

After eating it, I would spend the night in deep prayer then hopefully produce a platinum covered turd in the exact likeness of Elvis Presley, which I would then sell at auction to the kind of wealthy dumbass who thinks this crazy sh*t is a good idea.

I just haven't heard enough yet. My fault. If Jez wants to embed performances I'll give them a listen.

Well, he is looking a bit overly "touched up," so................

Nah. He just met THAT guy. You know that guy. Ask Bobby; he knows who THAT guy is.

He doesn't resemble himself anymore. I fear he may go the way of Pete Burns.

Hmmmmm. I'm not seeing any Penn or Teller. But Damn! Lionel better hold back on the face-work or he's gonna end up like Pete Burns.

I just googled and found he was once engaged to Saffron Burrows. God, but I loved Circle of Friends. And after Minnie Driver lost all of the weight, I just couldn't look at her anymore: like "who's that?"

I wanted it to be, but no one can do Cyndi. And only Cyndi could give a fairly trite cliché so much depth.