Ummm....

Ding ding, we have a winner!

Hang on! I got another one, and it's a nice story, so I can actually write out the celeb's name. :)

SO when I was a sophomore in high school I spent the summer at this writing camp for teens in Great Barrington, Vermont. It was two weeks, and you pretty much got to live like a college student, with the exception that…

I can't, I'm not pregnant! I am jealous, though. Needs more deets.

Wow! Neil bought the train company my mom used to paint catalog covers for, and she did his tour poster when he toured with Crazy Horse in '93. There was a good chance I was at that train convention (I'm guessing the one in York, right?). When he headlined Further Fest in Scranton he gave my whole family backstage…

My mom is an artist, and when I was about 19 she got a commission to do a poster for a very luxurious classic car show. Some of her friends were car collectors, and they offered us a trip out to the show, which was in northern Michigan, to get wined and dined and sell signed copies of the poster. I went along to help…

Well stated and argued. Thank you.

The brow game, on the other hand, was pretty tight.

I'm hoping they mean artisanal charcuterie hip, not backwards baseball cap hip.

True story; the best "Lost Dog" poster I have ever seen said, "MISSING: 1 year old teacup Yorkie, female, 4 pounds, wearing a Burberry plaid harness and a red bow. Answers to Khaleesi."

The fake brouhaha over "sexy Jesus" was the funniest news cycle thing to me in a while. All I could think was, "wow, are you people ever not Catholic." #crucifixiongivesyousickabs

Sounds like a pretty normal teen to me.

She is a stupendous badass. That move where she falls into a sitting position and then is just all of a sudden standing again - I don't even understand how that works.

"For good reason" = that's what it's looked like forever, and change is bad because I'm scared.

I am not drunk enough (yet) to use the term I always use in my head for women like this. But Malcolm X characterized their venality perfectly in a different context.

So, a frat then.

And yes, I am saying that right down to the song.

Beasts of the Southern Wild?

They aren't singing AT YOU. A better comparison would be feeling personally harassed by someone standing on a street corner reading a poem about beauty out loud.

Now we see the violence inherent in the system! Help, I'm being oppressed!

Next time, talented Broadway performers, think of the cranky Internet people and keep your light under that bushel where it belongs.

I'm not sure what's funnier, that you think this went down without the knowledge and collusion of the flight attendants, or that your 'personal hell' is 'music where you can't get away.'