Keke Palmer, Nasim Pedrad, and Billie Lourd (who is fucking delightful) are the only reasons I’m trying anymore. The meanness is exhausting and not even clever enough to be funny. Plus I’m weirding myself out with my reignited fondness for cropped, fuzzy sweaters which, BY THE WAY, are not easy to find these days and…

This pleases me.

Where I worked at least, we had long skinny ones that just kind of sat along the bar and unless there was a major spill they remained pretty spotless throughout a shift. Those are the ones to go for. DEFINITELY not the ones at the server station or at the well...those are the booze catchers.

OH MY GOD. When they introduced one of the guys who was training them in the recruitment place as Pete Fairman who, in Gossip Girl, was the *spoiler alert?* guy Serena “killed” I was like “I wonder if they know he OD’d in a hotel room in the mid-aughts” but now I know it’s a cheeky nod to the show. I wonder how big…

People who stole bar mats were my favorite people when I used to bartend. Either they were trying so hard to be sneaky that I felt bad for them or they were so drunk they just could not be bothered to give a fuck. I loved them all.

Clandestinely recruiting mutants for a top-secret program, DUH.

Maybe it’s because of that penciled-on mole she has on her cheek. I did some extensive research* and sometimes it’s there and SOMETIMES IT’S NOT. #mac-a-mole #moletruther

Thank you. I missed the whole last season because of abject laziness and I remain too lazy to catch up by actually watching the show, so this is perfect for me.

That leg jiggling leaves me feeling unconvinced. I followed the link, though, and saying NO ONE was doing blow at that party is a pretty bold statement. At the very least the caterers were partaking.

I have KP as well and I've noticed if I spend a lot of time in the sun it improves VASTLY. But it sucks. I hate it when people touch my arms and it makes everyone think I'm frosty. Blerg!

I’m very late to this party but do you mean all you see is BLANK space?!

But what was the bartender’s name though.

I like Eva Longoria, but she will never be a Spice Girl. At most she is salsa. She can accompany them, but the dish doesn't lose anything without her.

This resonates with me in an uncomfortable way.

Instead of a support group it should be an exclusive club. Requirements:

Clover, I feel a deep connection with you for acknowledging the eminent boppability of "Stars Are Blind." I would hold out hope that she didn't reach her zenith with that one except I root so deeply against her success. I'm probably a bad person.

Some of these are egregious, yes, so I’m partially with you on the megalomania thing. BUUUUT also without some contextual clues I feel like the origin of the expertise of the writers on their subjects would be lost. CONUNDRUM.

CORN PALACE. I remember nothing about it but I have some of my favorite souvenirs of all time from that wondrously weird tourist trap.

First of all, you are spot on. Secondly, where on earth do you live that bars are open at 4 AM and what is the rent like???