Catherine Zeta Jones is in her 50s. Her age online is fake. There was speculation for years, and it kind of got proven when there was an issue with the secret service background check when she was going to a White House event and her age on her driver’s license didn’t match up. There is still a big age gap between…

Well in the meantime he needs to pony up his $5 million to charity.

No, I’m pretty sure you are right, and that Donald Trump just ruined everyone for normalish Dad/Daughter moments. My Dad probably wouldn’t physically block my leg in a photo if I had these on, but he would have been displeased and made sure I (and everyone present) knew about it.

So did she. Kevin Smith tells an interesting story about the time she came to his house to ask for advice when they were breaking up, because she still loved him and did not want out. I suspect she has always viewed him as the one who got away. Not shocked at all if this was true and she was trying to get in there for…

Agreed, they are all atrocious. I was excited to see these “casual wedding dresses”, but hell nah to all of these.

They are probably talking about what idiots humans are for entertaining the idea of a big orange awful doofus as President of the United States.

YES. I was an American living in London during the time of the initial murder, arrests, trials, and the British press was INSANE. And it was astonishing to me how they really took sides and were very emotional in accusations with little or terrible evidence. (Obviously the US has now joined the race to the bottom in…

Never fear. They also make it in red.

Obviously I do. As do a lot of feminists and a lot of people who comment here. My big issue with her is that she has a public platform with teenage girls and is disseminating misinformation about what feminism is. She famously stated when asked if she was a feminist “No because I love men, and I think the idea of…

I read the last book on a flight a month ago and I was FURIOUS. As far as I’m concerned, the story ended after the first book, I refuse to acknowledge the rest. Plus that means I don’t need to ever pay attention to Shailene - I don’t understand what a feminist is - Woodley ever again.

There is this woman I know, she is a part-time fitness instructor, who wears this suit any time she can. Like, no one else has a swimsuit on, in fact it is nighttime, but she is just standing around in it. It looks good on her, except that we all kind of look around at each other like “wtf, why does she have this on…

There is a tall tale in the town I grew up in of a clown in a white van that tried to lure kids on a bike path to a local elementary school with balloons, and people still tell it to this day, even though I’m 99.9999% sure that it never happened. However, I did totally get flashed by a biker on that path when I was in…

I hate the people who stand at the gym in front of mirrors, where there is a sign posted that specifically asks people not to spray perfumes or hairsprays in that area, and spray away.

Ugh, I totally forgot about the whole Anna Nicole/Kanye/TrimSpa/Music Awards “like my body?” moment until now. 2004 was the very public beginning of the end of Anna Nicole Smith. Her whole life story is just so sad to me.

Yay, GOOD JOB! I’ve loved Clea DuVall since she played Marcie, the invisible, disgruntled teen on Buffy. Great cast, can’t wait to see this!

That bus looks like it is smiling. It knows it got away with something.

We didn’t either, I sort of always thought the “decorate an egg and cart it around like a baby” thing was something Hollywood made up.

I remember on Loveline days thinking Adam Carolla was such an asshole and Drew was so much better than him, and wondered how he could stand to work with Carolla. At least I was half right.

Isn’t it just botox? I’m so bad at recognizing plastic surgery, though. I’m the best audience for people who get work. “Um, maybe she just took a good nap?”

My niece loves being tickled. “Tickle me Auntie, pleeeaaaaase, Auntie!” I worry that she is a lunatic. I learned a long time ago as a child who hated being tickled how to pretend that I was not ticklish so that no one could ever again get me with that torture.