I think you're probably right: babies. Or maybe, sadly, women are equally affected by the same learned biases that make them value women employees less.

No joking, that is an excellent observation.

Yes, I think they leave New York and head for that grocery store in Baltimore:

If my mom found out I disagreed with Meryl Streep, she might disown me, even if it is right before Christmas. So this is just adding to, not disagreeing with, what she said about the film industry being driven by the viewing habits of 18-year-old boys.

97% of my genetic material is experiencing ovary pangs because of those little climby babies.

Fair enough. Bake sales are themselves the problem, it seems. They're left over from a time when people baked more, so it probably wasn't as big a deal. It seems weird to me, though, to turn them into an event where it's a gym full of cookies you could buy anywhere, marked up.

It's her job to write about food for the New York times. She wrote a column about it. Should she get a hobby on top of that job?

A manufactured controversy? Ayelet Waldman stomping a faux-subversive-mommy foot in the middle of it? Color me surprised.

As someone who actually watched the show when it was on AGES ago: he worked with a therapist to overcome this and other OCD issues, and by the end of the episode he drives an el camino and is fine.

Oh, Dodai, thanks for reminding me of one of the most depressing things I read this year. "It's a conscious thing I do — abuse and break her, strip her of her dignity, and then she gets to live out our fantasies and have fun." That just guts me. It has been ringing in my mind for months whenever I watch anything.

And also the Bruce Springsteen version.

I love it. Love it. It is not Christmas until I hear it. Every round of this tournament I have been expressing my love for it, and every round it keeps being found annoying. To be fair, if you look at the bracket for its road to the Frightful Four, it wasn't up against much competition.

You know, my radar goes off quick on those things too, but I don't get that from what she said about Hello Kitty. I mean, childish things are childish. Recognizing a difference between girlhood and womanhood by no means makes a woman a Bingo player.

Just to clarify, Time Magazine did not name him coolest person of the year. A well-documented dipshit* Time columnist wrote a column, in the magazine's Person of the Year issue but not actually part of the Person of the Year section, saying he personally thinks Gosling is the coolest person of the year.

I can't believe it — 2 of the worst 8 are 2 of my favorite Christmas songs. Feliz Navidad and the Bruce Springsteen Santa Claus is Coming to Town are great!! I have a feeling neither one is going to make the Final (Foulest? Frightful? Fuck-These?) Four, so I guess I'll feel better then.

Here's another possible complication for you to worry about: during my surgery, one of the teeth kind of broke apart (it was decayed, the reason I was having them removed — I was 30 and they had all come in fine, closing my childhood gap but otherwise not crowding anything). So the surgeon had to dig around a little…

I know sometimes the Hollywood Foreign Press misses the mark a bit, but usually it makes a little sense. But whoa, this list is insane. I watch tv like it's my job, and I've never even seen three of the best drama nominees. And the two I have seen every episode of (Boardwalk Empire and American Horror Story) are…

I don't know which is better, your attention to detail or the idea of a Point Break-style botched surf-robbery turned felony manslaughter. (I could not pass up the opportunity to type that entire phrase myself — it is golden.)

I haven't been able to vote in any of these rounds, because my browser doesn't show the poll.

Oh, wow, I love that song, how have I never thought of it as a Christmas song for move-it-into-the-Christmas-playlist purposes. Will remedy that, stat.