I get "Julian" ALL THE TIME. Strangers always expect me to be a dude. And it doesn't help that I have a man's first name for a last name...

I'm especially good at expectorating: ptooey!

(Full disclosure: I totally wish I could date pie.)

I'm with you, Mrs. Lovette. I'll get together with you for post show dishing and pie anytime—although, given your name, I think it's probably best if I bring the pie.

But for some reason, I can never use CBF when I need it!

I just went and watched it...amazing. "You know, I'm not a bad boyfriend! Just tell me what I'm doing, and I will stop doing it!" I've definitely had that conversation before.

The Good Wife looooves some elevator symbolism.

"I think it's fairly common to perceive a non-smiling lady face as a bitch face."

And let's not forget the strange men on the street who yell "Smile!" at me or who say "You'd be so pretty if you'd just smile."

So much cramping.

I was never aware that I had permanent "bitchface" until:

They got here so fast!

"I do have friends, however, that can't say no. That drives me crazy. If you don't feel well, don't come out with us! You CAN say no! If you have your own shit to do and can't cover a shift at work for me, PLEASE just say no! I feel like I need to hold a seminar to teach them how to say no to people."

I would encourage you to give the article a second go-over. I think you may have misread the author's point.

I think the point here is that women who are aggressive, who are clear about what they want and deserve, who are opinionated, who don't give out their number to any guy who asks for fear of hurting a stranger's feelings, who take credit for their work, who don't apologize when someone else bumps into them or gets in…

So...we complain that there aren't enough women in the movies/in TV writer rooms/in Hollywood in general, but then when women DO get their projects picked up by a major network we refer to those women as a "walking, talking troll doll" and as a "professionally unfunny and non-adorable person"?

Huge sigh of relief. Despite the superfluous CGI, I may still be able to stomach it now—as long as I don't see something like Josephine Baker's tiger talking it up at a Gatsby party.

I am also shutting down operations for the night, but I just have to say:

Oh dear. I have been trying to withhold judgement and get myself to the theater to see this, but...talking animals? Say whaaa?

Ha, a very good point.