Plenty of reasons to pull for Sevastova, too. I’m happy with almost all of my remaining choices in the women’s draw. Especially glad the story is no longer how I, a tennis fan, should pull for Sharapova. Can it, ESPN.

I was in a bar, screaming at ESPN to get off Roger and go to Delpo. Even the split screen was annoying.

My USTA team just missed making nationals by one loss this weekend, which is fine because I don’t feel like spending any more money traveling to play tennis. I lost one match, won another. I doped with chianti the night before the loss, a heavy IPA the night before the win.

My aesthetic: Elizabeth Jennings.

It made me cry and miss my Southern mother (who is alive, just lives far away).

She had one good book and it was that one. On Beauty is a very irritating book.

I think she made that movie so she could wear caftans and vintage shades in a pretty place. I don’t blame her one bit.

Ben-JEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Rita Ora?

My kid likes buying presents, so who am I to keep her from spending my money to buy me something for my birthday? Last year, she got me just the Helly Hansen raincoat I was just about to buy for myself!

Rita Morena makes that show. Watch it!

On Amazon Prime, watch “Fleabag.” On Hulu, watch “Difficult People.” And on Netflix, watch “One Day at a Time.”

I don’t mind the laugh track on “One Day at a Time.” I know it’s treacly, but I love that show. It’s so...positive. I need at least one show that does not give me angst.

I kinda wish one was “ivankas_sexy_secret”

Preach. Polar or GTFO.

My Otterbox case is ugly AF, but it’s the reason my 5C has lived through countless falls, drops, and “oh shit” moments.

You just made my Thursday.

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. Except Obamacare.

Seriously.

Today, Muguruza looked like Kvitova taking the final in 2014: unable to miss, zoned in, and playing an opponent overcome by nerves.