I don't think you have to worry about that.

For people like Eddie Murphy to stop worrying about poor widdle Billy's "bruised ego" and refusing to "kick a [rapist] when he's down"—and start caring exponentially more about the damage he has caused, the harm he has inflicted upon his victims, and if/when BC will own up to being a rapist.

OMG, Gaga sang like she was channeling Julie Andrews and Julie Andrews was RIGHT THERE? I knew she was raising her game with Tony Bennett - she should never go back to her old shenanigans.

Holy moly. That was just out of control good. And then the Julie Andrews reveal! Best part of the night, for sure. I maybe shed a tear.

Fucking amazing.

On Sky the woman interviewerer was just gushing at Cumberbatch about Sophie and the baby and the wedding omgomgomg and he cut her off with a deadpan "Yes I'm just sunshine wherever I go at the moment" whilst staring at the floor and it was like DAMN THAT WAS COLD.

(jumps in front of train)

Oh. My. God. That last one just broke my heart.

Oh, I love Bruce Springsteen. I just don't love people who say "Gotta love Bruce" while wearing sunglasses. Very important distinction.

"Grey's penis interminably "springs free" of his boxer briefs, a description that I suppose is apt if not exactly alluring."

I wish I had the excuse that I was sick when I read all these books over a period of a week. But no, I just consumed them like a big bag of dollar store candy. It makes you feel ill and ashamed but you can't stop.

Anastasia refers to her ass as her "behind," her vagina as her "sex." Her juvenile exclamations of "Jeez!" and "Oh, my!" and "Hmmm" are interspersed with the least specific descriptions of Christian Grey—the guy who threatens to beat her up for mouthing off or misbehaving—as the hottest man in the history of…

"I think she likes sex already."

I'm naming firstborn Snowqueen's Icedragon Ryan.

Wait, wait, wait...so Papa John's is trying to get in touch with her but can't, yet the whole kerfluffle is that they have her phone number and gave it out?

Maybe it was the middle of the night. Maybe it was her assistant's day off. Maybe she just wanted to order a pizza and not have it turn into a major celebrity experience. Seriously, does it matter? People should be able to order pizza without worrying their phone number's going to get passed around.

Well, she's right. A company or its employees should not give customer information to anyone regardless of whether the costumer is Bob from across the street or an A list celebrity.*