It's not crazy; it's just that her eyebrows really are weird.

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING! Just when I think I can't love this any more than I do…

I would so totally read that/

Yes! That is Bingate, also known as the Bincident. The contestants were being asked to make a Baked Alaska (cake, topped with ice cream, covered in meringue), and someone took Iain's cake out of the freezer, so his ice cream completely melted. In a fit of fury/panic, he threw the whole thing out and stormed out of the…

Oh my God, Bake Off! I love it so much, I have gone back and watched every single season. I get way too invested in other people's meringues, but it is SO worth it. People are lovely and kind and inventive on that show, and it's great.

Oh, I'd love to see Fun Home. Personally, I finally started listening to the Hamilton soundtrack, and I am really going to need to see that soon, if only because there will be problems if I can't stop singing the opening lines: "How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman…"

Eli is the Frank Underwood of the Midwest.

NO. Never.

They're illusions, @joshiewright:disqus: a trick is something a whore does for money.

Damn it, WHY is this not a real show?!

Now, does that come on before or after Intensive Karen?

I actually saw something like this on the FB page of a woman I work with: it talked about how if your pastor was in the Ashley Madison hack, you needed to support them and pray for them, because you know Satan is trying the hardest to get the pastors. It was astonishing denial.

Ah, yes: the God who helps you find your keys.

The Dead Kennedys! I almost got my mother to like their music, but then "Let's Lynch the Landlord" came on and put a damper on that whole conversation.

I tried to rewatch Sherlock recently, because I really loved it the first time I watched it. I couldn't rewatch it, because I ended up turning into my father and yelling at the goddamned television, like "OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THAT'S SO RACIST!"

Oh, fuck him and the horse he rode in on. Let's not pretend his objections are actually about the art so much as his desire to never, EVER be made uncomfortable. Because, y'know, reasons and shit. Fuck.

Since it was a short class, none of us had corsets, but I DID have the long gloves and a feather boa.

Identical twins are always creepy…especially when your first introduction to the concept is a seen-through-the-stair-rails viewing of The Shining when you are seven. #ThanksDad

That's a great sign for the movie, but a terrible one for my ability to sleep through the night.

Sexism. There is a very real penalty if you don't play along.