Yes! Turns out it wasn't the '80s, but Idaho. So easy to mistake.

I spent the entire first hour of Superbad wondering whether it took place in 1981. I do not wish to repeat those levels of frustration.

This is taking place in the '80s, right?

And the war on women continues...

I hate the see-you-next-tuesday word, I truly do. But when I see her face, I think it.

You really want Dina to weigh in? Something tells me she hasn't been the best mother. Ever.

This unholy junk food marriage makes sense, though! It's so not like the others. It's like strawberry short-ice-cream-cake. Yuuuuum.

She should be ashamed of herself. She should have spirited herself off to London and stayed there. Now maybe she'll end up in the Hague alongside her strange-looking dictator husband. Seriously, what's up with his neck?

Exactly! Nope, it's a first. How is she comfortable dancing in those five-inchers??

In my East Harlem Duane Reade the Tide has theft tags because people grab it and run out. I see why - it's so expensive.

Courtney hasn't had control of her life in some time. Case in point:

I love it. It's like she finally decided, "To hell with heels, I'm carrying precious cargo."

I am so glad I took my theater major and became a journalist instead. I still have a sliver of innocence left.

But there's another side to Hollywood that's predatory and full of victimization and drugs. If you're lucky to catapult that level, congrats, you're the cast of Friends. But many struggling actresses with famous names who can't just get a job at Pinkberry when times are tough turn to high-level prostitution.

I feel terrible for her. I was just thinking about this on the train ride home, that's how disturbing her victimization is. She must be in so much pain.

Diana Jenkins needs a Vanity Fair profile, stat.

I have it on good authority that Gwyneth is an asshole. Though the guy who told me that is an asshole, so there ya go.

Ooh, Brad but no Angie. Just as I suspected.

I feel the same exact way. I'm not dying to sniff the hair of a newborn, yet I suspect I'll regret not having kids. I have a few years to decide still, but it's weird: I don't have baby fever, but I know I'll regret not having a child. I look forward to the companionship, especially since my parents died in my…

His early stand-up is a 24/7 gay bash-a-thon. I can't even listen to it. He's, like, obsessed with insulting gay men. Freshman psych rears its ugly head...