Is that John McEnroe giving the death stare behind Diddy?

Not enough “Whatever”

What’s the Sandbar? I don’t get it. I don’t picnic. Where would I sit? Sandbar?

Meet me at Bagatelle, so we can talk about my lover.

Fat shaming and skinny “shaming” are not on the same planet. Not even in the same galaxy.

What kind of work gives women that awful “joker lips” look? Bad face lift? Cheek implants? Talking about Christie Brinkley.

Ugh. Cornet is the absolute worst.

“No matter how you shake my corn”

That’s how I feel about Christoph Waltz in Inglorious Basterds.

Well, it’s Beaches. Not Schindler’s List.

I think I just found my new best friend. Progressive, crafty, and a Southern accent? Trifecta. Go Kelly!

I just ugly cried at that YouTube clip. I first saw this when I was in high school, and now I’m 42. And it STILL ruins me.

What kind of armpit makeup did Laura Ingraham ask for, before she she did her Heil Hitler salute?

Re Mick Jagger...

I hate Bree in the books (I can make paper and pipes better than you can!). But I found her bad in this episode because the actress was so bad it was jarring. Before I could digest Dougal’s awesome death scene, there she was with her weird monotone accent.

Feels like it’s been a while since we got some good corseted scares, right?

Even the walkers are white.

From the great Lindy West:

Jelly. We went to the Gulls game. No booze. Should have snuck in mini bottles.

Look out your window. I’m waving furiously at you from my house...right off Broadway.