Terrifyingly strict is how they roll in French schools. Also, French women are on average prettier than women elsewhere. Your story checks out.

It's a show about walking corpses that never rot. The entire premise doesn't bear much deep thinking.

My favorite part is that their profession is apparently, "twins."

Look, he's not here to make friends.

Yeah, except paleontology involves real science, and evopsych . . . might.

No, they don't get money! In fact, they all shill out a ton of cash for new date outfits and gowns before the show, AND they have to quit whatever jobs they have, and most of them get kicked off before anyone even remembers they were there. It's insane.

The appeal is that no matter how awful you think it is, it's actually worse. It's absolutely fascinating how appalling it is, and on how many levels.

It's fucked up, and that's why I can't look away.

Are you lost? Maybe you intended to comment somewhere else?

I love Drake's mom more than I love Drake, who so far is difficult to give a crap about.

Eh, I feel sorry for Daisy. She has no family except for Mr. Mason. For a young woman during this period, having no family is being in a very precarious position.

Isn't "I've seen things on Tumblr. Terrible, terrible things." Tumblr's official motto?

This comment is too realistic to be funny.

Boy, that's a heady combination of adolescence angst, mental illness and social awkwardness.

I forgot about them. And then you reminded me, you dick.

I wish we could enact a law that prevents actors from ever saying anything publicly that wasn't directly related to the films they work on.

Except anyone who's ever been forced to listen to Polka . . . .

I laughed. Because apparently I'm a 10-year-old.

Hah - I said the same thing when we saw the episode - "hey, that's a real thing, and they still do the exact thing to treat it!"

I've been lusting after the Drewes' house ever since it was first shown. Charming and cozy as all fuck.