Apparently they're bringing in Oded Fehr as Jafar, and even my love of that sexy, sexy man is not enough to get me to watch OUAT.

Calling on Mothers' Day =/= asking your partner's father for permission.

Likewise, any guy who thinks tracking down my estranged father (or sweet but gender-essentialist stepdad) for permission would be a clear sign to run for the hills.

Yeah, it's bullshit. I'd consider myself pretty traditional in some ways, but this particular tradition can die in a fire.

In my case, it was because the admin at my office recommended it to me, and so I read it one weekend while I was getting over a cold. I think it must have been the codeine cough syrup.

I read the book (I know, it was a long-haul flight), and one of the big sticking points for me was that he had already tried to commit suicide before: he basically slit his wrist with a nail because he was determined to wrest some agency back over how his life would be. That is one thing I think the book did well,…

This looks TERRIBLE and I can't wait. Pull out the box wine, y'all!

Cupcake Bro Time needs to be a recurring thing. Eat carbs, pretend you aren't talking about your feelings.

If it worked for Wells (and damn has it worked for Wells), I have some faith that they can do it for Snart, too.

Seriously. How do none of you of have a wrench or something to wedge in there!

Because unlike Ray and Kendra and (ugh) Carter, Snart and Sara are pros—they wouldn't drag the whole team into their business.

Stealth bros was my fave.

No, I didn't get it, either. To be fair, I was in kindergarten when that trial was on.

Oh my god, Hoobastank! Even the name was awful.

Nah, he just wanted even more time to play softball and hang out at Home Depot.

My dad was a big fan of puns, too. Before he retired, he would walk around the office with his mug of hot chocolate, tap someone with it, and say "Hey!…You've just been mugged."

Damn it, that woman should be ashamed of herself. "Werewolves of London" is my JAM.

Yeah, the use of fuddy-duddy struck me more as a self-aware jab than anything else.

Desert Rose! Oh my God, that song is genuinely terrible.

I would actually buy a Sting album if it came with a Bed, Bath, and Beyond coupon.