I’m so sorry. I hope things turn around for your relative soon.

Oh, he’s entirely hammy; for me, that’s part of the charm. Also, I was nine years old. I still dotted my i’s with stars and wore butterfly hair clips. Subtle was not a huge part of my vocabulary.

I am so excited for this! Melissa McCarthy is such an interesting actor, and I’ve been in love with Richard E. Grant ever since he played The Scarlet Pimpernel when I was 9. Yay!

Where in NC are you? I no longer live there, but I spent seven years in Winston-Salem and wholeheartedly agree.

I loved Robin Williams as a kid, and I loved Mrs. Doubtfire, but my parents were also recently divorced, and it made me feel really bad to see him put the kids in the middle so they were repeating his criticisms of their mother. As Stacy’s parents in the Baby-Sitters’ Club books taught me, that is NOT how you do…

Bless his little heart!

And another 30 or so start in July! They will be utter newbies working visa lines somewhere, but assuming we’re not all dead by 2020, there’s a chance they can spend the rest of their careers attempting to repair America’s shattered reputation.

Me—I have a dozen aunts and uncles (literally, my mom comes from a large family) and there’s a lot of diabetes, glaucoma, mental health stuff. Add in that my grandparents started dying when I was 12, and...yeah.

I don’t blame you. Perhaps we can engage in cultural diplomacy: I’ll bring Bojangles and Cheerwine, and y’all bring the Tim Hortons and the poutine (not at one meal, we don’t want to die).

Kendall, just watch Thoroughbreds—it’s funnier, more compelling, and it has Anton Yelchin in his final role.

I think he was—he could definitely be a pain in the neck (like, 70% of the time), but he would also sometimes bring in doughnuts or Bojangles during the busy season when we had to work late, which did a LOT to warm my feelings.

I can’t even get through singing it aloud once without bursting into teary laughter. Well done, you!

I mean, I feel like I can judge him for having the soul of an appalling dump heap, overflowing with the most deplorable assortment of disgraceful rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled-up knots....and it also comes out in his weird, doughy face.

For what it’s worth, I hope you’re doing okay. You can always talk to us here if you’re having a hard time, especially over at SNS.

Eating ass is the only ethical consumption under capitalism.

Exactly! It’s like the old “It takes two to make an argument, Mrs. So-and-So,” from police refusing to meaningfully address domestic violence.

I’ve watched a few (they are EXCELLENT sick-day TV because they are only a dozen or so episodes), but I do find I end up shouting at the screen “Girl, that is abusive, DUMP HIS ASS!” a lot, because I am my father and I shout at the screens of things that upset me.

The stan is probably my former coworker, who was an Elvis impersonator on the side (he is now in the Army, and plans on going to divinity school to become a Baptist youth pastor afterwards. I feel for his future teen congregants, watching their youth pastor try to be cool with his Elvis routine).

Bingo! And when people are so fragile they dismiss the entire idea of systemic oppression based on race (because THEY don’t bear any personal malice, or because what about class?, or because they don’t believe in ‘an epistemology based on lived experience’ as a law student in one of my classes told me), they’re never…