Not that it has anything to do with the article, but in that picture of Dakota, she shows in one facial expression everything I hated about her parents.

So, you must love Raising Helen. Actual working girl loses high paying fashion job and inherits kids, can’t have kids in expensive shoe box, can’t afford the rent and moves family to cheaper place. And she gets a real bluecollar job. Plus John Corbett and Héctor Elizondo are in it.

Kramer lived in his apartment rent-free. It was explained in Mad About You that he had Paul’s old apartment.

My only problem with it was that she said “my husband deserves a daughter.” I’m still trying to un-clench my fists from that one.

She’s an associate professor of communications? Oh.

I have to point out that these aren’t all Egyptians. The palest people, top right corner, are Berbers. Top middle are Nubians and top left are from Mesopotamia. Only the lower middle group are Egyptians.

“His suit continued to assert that she was only telling her story to drum up relevance.” Because no woman’s life apparently is complete, until she lies about being drugged and raped by a slimy, lecherous man... Damn, Bill, women are so annoying when they are conscious, huh?

Like the time they gave an Oscar to a black man and a black woman the same year, clearly signaling “That makes us even, right?” totally ignoring the devaluation of an award with the “hey, guess what? sooo not racist anymore since we honor both of you. Will you be my black friend? Please?” As a mixed race person I…

You lost me with “one of the greatest social commentators of his generation” Chris Rock? I must have napped. I associate him with being a giant homophobe and with the asinine stand up-routine “who do you wanna be - a poor white man or a rich black man? Aha. I thought as much.” (Nods and smirks to himself.) Why didn’t…

When I was 12, someone gave me an album with her songs, and I became a fan. It was during my “I’ll only wear black now”-phase. Ever since then, whenever I have been to hell and back and basically is wondering if I’m going to survive this time, I hear her voice sing “It’s been very hard, it’s getting easier now, hard…

Okay, but I wouldn’t put it past him to pull a Cosby on a non-cooperative (read: thinking) wife, and you’d wake up in his dungeon of horrors (read: bedroom) forced to listen to his speeches on a loop while he combs his hair and penetrates his Putin-blow up doll.

Marry Trump? Ugh, no. I hear his idea of foreplay is to kick your legs out from under you. There must be easier ways to earn money.

Oh, but you would see it. You would be replaying the sight of purple, quivering old man flesh over and over in your mind until you die. And afterwards, in purgatory, they will be running footage of your demonic act against nature, while saying in a non-judgemental but still disappointed voice, “We had so high hopes…

I have this horrible need to confess. I’d probably sleep with Jax as he is now, too. There’s something about rapidly-descending-into-darkness guys that makes me say “I had worse. Let’s go for it.” As long as I know he is a lying, pathetic, backstabbing scumbag, then yeah, I would do him. Tom 1 and 2 too. Preferable…

I became homeless some years ago with two cats. The only place we could find wouldn’t allow animals so we went on a five month hiatus from place to place, bringing the cats. Finally we found one room that would allow animals. You haven’t lived before you experienced living in a tiny shoebox of a room with another…