And no obnoxious shouted countdowns, needlessly barbed criticism of the individual cook, or falsely protracted “elimination ceremonies!” What is this sorcery?!

You are taking this better than anyone I know, hahaha.

If he resents her for wanting him to take this step, then it was never going to work anyway. Long term relationships require a shit-ton of compromise, and this isn’t (wasn’t) an unreasonable one to hope for.

Sue, Mel, Mary, and Paul were what made the show great. Sue and Mel had great chemistry between them (and with the bakers) and were wonderfully kind and supportive of them. Mary and Paul were delightful judges and while they were sometimes disappointed in the quality of the bakes, you could tell they were genuinely…

OVER HERE ENJOYING OUR COMPLETE SETS OF LIMBS

No. No we are not ok. We are in mourning. Send casserole (or some other food that Mary Berry would delicately and diplomatically describe as ‘informal’)

Britain is not ok! This is NOT OK.

I wish there were more American reality shows that followed this formula. The BBC are great a thoughtful, engaging, non-manufactured seeming reality tv. Watching them try to put together Showstoppers just under the wire has edge-of-your-seat drama, too.

YES. It’s utterly charming and really informative. And without insane drama or endless in-show recaps.

I love its current/existing iteration because it is free of commercials/”I’m not here to make friends” producer-created drama. I actually learn something about baking each time I watch, and it’s gentle and contemplative most of the time. I find it inspiring and lovely. There was an American version hosted by Jeff…

YOU MUST.

Paul needs Mary to balance him. With her, he’s delightful. Without her he’ll just be an insufferable British douche with really spiky hair and a fake tan.

I have come to terms with this current season being it’s last.

I totally agree. I was once dating a guy who just out of the blue hit one of my cats really hard in a fit of frustration and I broke it off right then and there. Not that children and cats are totally the same thing but they were *my* babies and still are and it was never will I ever tolerate type of thing for me.

I’m in a garden suite and there are dudes redoing the siding of the house which means unending noise AND I have my blinds closed to avoid making awkward eye contact of having my depressing unemployment routine witnessed (look for jobs, apply for jobs, work out, sit on the couch for 22 hours).

just this morning I was wondering if anyone else recently lost thier jobs and was agrivated by the people knocking on the door during the day. Why do I need to wear clothes in my own home and will you stop knocking on my door!?!?

I used to bring a toddler regularly to the art museum, but I damn well made sure she behaved. (If I couldn’t assure her safety and the artwork remaining intact, I’d have told the parents no, she’s not ready yet. Some just aren’t but will be in time.) She’ll be a pro by the time his kindergarten or grade school starts…

But the DNA evidence really, really wasn’t that substantial, and it certainly wasn’t enough to exonerate the family. We’re talking trace amounts of DNA here.

Let’s toss the intruder theory out the window, along with the sister theory that she was killed somewhere else and then hidden in the home. Unless the guilty party is an ancient Chinese spirit, that’s horseshit meant to throw people off the tracks.

Highly recommend James Kolar’s Foreign Faction, which goes more in depth into the physical evidence as well as the inconsistencies in the Ramseys’ statements.