Yeah, but Rhys Meyers was way too pretty to play Henry (yes, I know Henry was handsome before his jousting accident caused him to gain all that weight).

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

WINTER IS THE WORST. BECAUSE JANUARY. Everyone who says otherwise is in January Denial.

For some reason this dress made an English language remake of ‘Women On the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown’ flash through my head. It seems like something the friend who's running away would wear.

Up to this point I found it utterly impossible to have any feelings whatsoever about Tom Brady. Now? I want Tony Ramiro Romo to steal his wife.

Yeah, me too. Once they announced her casting, I decided I was permanently done with this show. Stupid white supremacist draining the silly fun out of TV time with my mom.

Yes. And also:

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. I skipped meals to keep reading.

Dunno. I think it looks kind of jerky.

I seriously hope that Schumer has bungled his chance at leadership.

Rebel In the Rye is probably the worst title I have ever heard.

A tidbit of advice I was given year's show: buy your champagne the day after New Years for the best possible price.

I applaud Nicholas Brendan for refusing to allow himself to be used by that TV quack. I hope that with the help of real therapists, who are motivated by a need to get Brendan well instead of a need to exploit him for ratings, that he will get his shit together.

I know that I am late to this party, but I do believe that you are the person who needs to hear my retelling of the last episode of Gilmore Girls, in which the good people of Stars Hollow Wicker Man Rory, as an offering to the Lovecraftian gods who keep their little corner of Conneticut completely divorced from…

Can do for free. Would happily accept $650 to do it for someone else, tho.

Love your user name.

As of tonight, TV will be completely unwatchable for more than a year.

Don’t worry, Now there's a new Jen to sport pity.

Blech, they invited Terry Richardson. Never thought I'd take a side, but #teamAngie now.

I can’t get over those muddy stripes of ‘contouring’.