The whole show felt very stilted and uncomfortable.

I am getting major ICK from the Bilson quote saying that she makes being a “good girlfriend” her first priority in life.

Preach, Jerri. I am absolutely sick of the ongoing normalization of Trump and his fuckministration. As the Jez article said, COMPLICIT.

R.I.P., Jezebel staff. You had a good run. I really thought it was the Kardashians that were going to do you in, but the Stefani/Shelton vortex got you first.

The pumpkin is also more seasonally appropriate. We don’t need Christmas songs in a sweltering September, thank you very much.

I, too, am willing to take a polygraph to determine if I am the extortionist (I don’t think I am, but we should do a test just to be certain). And I will do it for an egg McMuffin and three hashbrowns. Call me, FBI*.

I came here to say that he was eerily convincing in Lincoln Lawyer as the over-privileged abuser! I don’t think he’s a talented actor, but he fell into that role a little too seamlessly...

I loved Beals until she left a pup in a parked car (http://globalnews.ca/news/2138993/jennifer-beals-leaves-dog-in-parked-car-in-vancouver/). Sorry to be a reallll downer about your #3.

Do we have room (and plastic sheets) for R. Kelly?

You’re right - Netflix has a strange habit of putting “Netflix Original” onto series to which it just acquired the rights. I saw that on The Mist and figured it was a weird marketing ploy?

Dogtooth really messed with my mind grapes. The Lobster, too (but in a less visceral sense). This looks... promisingly creepy.

Carrier pigeon. With explicit drawings tied to its ankle.

YES, I NEED THIS. If you find out, let a sister know.

Can I get a hallelujah for Johnny O?

Don’t want to hijack this thread, but my parents’ sweet kitty Finnegan (who is of a more modest poundage) has been AWOL for the past 48 hours. Mother Sassyfrass has been crying for 47.5 hours. Please send your sweet kitty vibes Canada-way! Thanks, Jezzies.

Scaramouche! Scaramucci! Won’t you shut the fuck-up-o!

God, I hate this place. It’s a chick restaurant. Why aren’t we at Dorsia?

PREACH.

I was in between a gentleman suitor and his brother watching Inside Out in the theatres and I absolutely LOST it during Bing-Bong’s death. Fading away to nothingness? The self-sacrifice? I was hitching and sobbing through that entire scene. The men: dry eyes (and some uncomfortable tissue passing to me).

WHAT IS THIS FROM??!?!