Yikes. That sucks. I’ve gone through periods where I wasn’t speaking to one or both of my parents, but so far my sister and I have avoided that. (Knock wood.)

My sister is the only person I’ve slapped in the face! (I was 13, she 11, at the time.)

Honestly, I cannot imagine giving a shit if my husband is ambitious.

Same. I think I’ve finally come around to the conclusion that, other than my husband, my sister is actually my best friend.

When has Maureen Dowd ever used her critical faculties?

“We cannot. CANNOT. Afford a Republican presidency.”

“Occasionally these farts are sharts. Probably 15%. Maybe I eat too much dairy, I dunno, but I have talked to other singers and we are convinced it is universal.”

I believe it is from Playing House, a USA show that I only just found out about and plan to binge watch.

I desperately want those green velvet dining chairs. This apartment is not my style, but those chairs are.

I like/would select the wallpaper in the dining area and the two bathrooms. I loathe the bedroom, loathe the family room(?) in the first image, and would find the lounge/living room/parlour in the last image charming in a friends home, though it is not my vibe (which is flamboyant in a more Victorian way).

I just really want Keegan Michael Key to star in a romantic comedy with a good writer.

Mamet’s character on Mad Men was completely different to the point that I didn’t even realize it was the same actress. She’s pretty talented.

“Maybe Han hid her in the Falcon during the attack and Unkar Plut jacked his ride (with the stowaway onboard).”

“2) also avoids the crazy virgin birth thing that Anakin did.”

“So by this theory, Qui-Gon had sex with Anakin’s mom—probably on the night they stayed over at his house, just before the pod race—and then still couldn’t be bothered to free her from her enslavement.”

If you are referring to the guy from The Professor & the Madman, that contributor cut his own penis off with the paper knife he used for opening up new uncut books. He saw it as the source of all his problems.

Actually, my high school algebra teacher’s last name was Boring, and I only ever heard one person try to make a joke of it, and everyone else rolled their eyes at that guy. It was a joke so obvious that even unsophisticated high school students wouldn’t touch it.

The Berenstain Bears were spelled Berenstein when we were kids, and somehow a bunch of us ended up in this Berenstain with an A parallel universe.

That was a plot line on Knot’s Landing, a spin-off of Dallas that I used to watch in reruns on TNT every summer.

I’ve never believed that Hollywood publicist Ronni Chasen was murdered in a random shooting by a robber riding a bicycle who then conveniently killed himself. But I’ve never really looked into it, so I don’t know if anyone has even come up with any entertaining conspiracy theories to explain it.