We know what you mean. And we agree. :)

It will. Keep the faith, we can make it!

Chianti is really good with grilled meats. I told this to my dad, who invented the best freaking thing ever—wineburgers. Not even a joke. Marinate burger patties in chianti, then grill 'em up. SO GOOD.

I was waiting for that comment. You did not disappoint, LaComtesse.

Those two things are completely contradictory! You can't say on one hand that actors should not expect privacy, and then say you respect actors who choose to not talk about their personal lives. This is exactly the problem! People DON'T respect the people who choose not to discuss private matters. They drag those…

So if you were a celebrity, you'd just take it all in stride as every secret from your past was dredged up? Celebrities are totally allowed to out themselves, or go on a talk show and discuss their private lives—that is their CHOICE. These people have been outed by someone other than themselves. To say that…

Thank you. These outings do nothing but continue the idea that homosexuality is scandalous. Celebrities are public figures, but that doesn't make them less than human. I wonder how people would feel if newspapers were plastered with their photos and stories about who they love and/or are having sex with?

DON'T YOU HEIGHT-SHAME ME! I WILL POUND YOU WITH MY MIDGET FISTS OF FURY!

You have to be sneaky so the gays don't find out. We can't give them the satisfaction of knowing that their dastardly non-existant plot has worked.

Wasn't that an "expectation" before gay marriage came and didn't fuck everything up for us?

GAY MARRIAGE HAS DIMINISHED MY HETERO MARRIAGE IN THE FOLLOWING WAYS:

Umm, your grandma is terrifying.

She'd probably swing her purse at my head. Pass. LOL

Grandma doesn't need any of your concern-trolling, missy!

EXACTLY. After I got married, my mom asked why I don't go out with friends anymore. I told her I got married so I wouldn't HAVE to go out anymore.

Please let us know what we can do to help you. We all need a hand now and then.

That's good, because I probably shouldn't drool on my work desk.

He sure does.

Let's pray together that their next child isn't named Neveah. No name gives me the stabbies like that one does.