I don’t know, such a film seems almost pointless these days. With everything going on in the world, it’s hard to feel sympathy for a privileged white girl who marries some rich guy to become his trophy wife, someone with nothing to do all day, who then chafes under these rich people’s expectations. Boo frickety hoo.…

That was the first thing I noticed too! Also, shoving books into a fireplace just sends the wrong message.

I actually said just yesterday that this quarantine would be the death bell for both open floor plans and tiny house living. People enclosed together 24/7 are gonna want some privacy.

Yey, I told my spouse just today that this quarantine was gonna generate a lot of cork boards with red thread on it.

Capitalism disguised as charity, very American.

Or you could just play Animal Crossing.  Change virtual hairstyles all you want.

Amen, brother.

Ya, I’ve always wanted the thick, flowy locks like the ones you see on models in Pre-Raphaelite paintings, but my family’s genetics tends towards thin & wispy so the half-up look is strictly a no-no for me. *sigh*

Working in a bookstore and someone left a full colostomy bag in one of the chairs...so yey, maybe don’t curl up in the comfy chairs at any bookstores.

Is...this for a Zoolander 3 movie I didn’t know about?

caucuses are “designed for wealthy people who can afford child care or can take time off.”

I agree. The whole situation where Sam Rockwell’s character pretends that the birthday on the girl’s papers is correct reminded me of a similar situation that an actual survivor told me about during their time in France.

These people are in desperate need of a hobby.

Edgar Wright comedies are a goldmine for such lines, my favorite being Hot Fuzz:

Think it every time I pass one of those :)

She clearly is throwing some $kickbacks$ to the folks on this site, because every week it seems we have some fawning bs article about how great she is.

Good on them for avoiding the mistake that was made with American Gods. Constantly changing up show runners turned what was at first a good show into a right hot, directionless mess.

How dare she steal Elton John’s glittery baseball uniform! And receding hairline!

I was picturing some weird juice cleanse involving crystal light.

A resounding YES to all of these!