Knowing the reality of how Hollywood works in terms of reporters, talent, and interviews- is not the same as being an Aniston enabler. I got not a single square millimetre of skin in this game, believe me.

My jaw legit dropped open at "murdered grandma". Gross and perfection, all in one tidy-to-dispose-of package! Well played.

I see no mention of fault in the original comment.

Jolie's PR team have probably threatened eviseration, castration, and- worst of all- blacklisting to any journalist who dares ask the questions. "Do not ask Miss Jolie any questions regarding her or Mr. Pitt's previous relationships..." followed by the unspoken threat "...or there will be Consequences."

That is true, but neither are pads or tampons! You just carefully fold up that dead finger-ghost so the nasties are inside, and put it in the bathroom garbage can. Done and done.

Free flying until the day comes that there's a leeeeeeetle bit of pee incontinence when you laugh, sneeze, or run. Not to be the bearer of bad news, but that's post-menopausal reality for a lotta ladies. Enjoy commando (and commandos) while you can!

That bottom gif of quivering eyelid is giving me an uncontrollable gigglefit. SO PERFECT.

I wish I had more stars to give you for this. Powerful and eye-opening.

Rarely, but that's partly because I have cancer and my body is so busy dealing with it that I have almost no desire to drink. (BurnThemAll's liver: "bitch, are you CRAZY? Hell to the no!") So for me it's like a glass of wine maybe once every couple of weeks. In healthier times, I'd say maybe one or two pints of beer…

My then-husband and I were once invited to the home of a very chill work colleague of his- a fairly young guy. It was a nice place, practically a McMansion. And when we got there, his wife refused to come downstairs to greet us until he went up and told her what I was wearing, so she could select her outfit…

My father decided he didn't really want kids after all, and left when I was 8, my sister was 7, and our brother was 5. That was years and years ago, and he's stuck to his guns. I'm still in touch with his brother, so it's very certain that he knows he's got four grandchildren, and his oldest child has cancer. But he…

Aw, Lennie Briscoe! I was so sad when dear Jerry Orbach died. Bless you for this fine gif.

I feel ya there, actually.

They asked you to... to... really?? It reminds me of a fancy wedding I endured back at the same time, where the bridemaids looked as dyed-to-match as their midnight blue satin dresses and silk pumps: all three of them were identically blonde and tanned, of course with no tan lines. Made me wonder if the bride held…

Your opener on the comment thread sounded like deluxe trolling, but then you go and actually explain yourself in a logical fashion in the rest of the thread. I don't 100% agree with you, but I don't disagree either.

The goths don't tell their friends that they're only allowed to have straight or curly hair, NOT WAVY.

JLaw does good work in any role, but a fresh-faced girl so barely out of her teens that her cheeks still have that baby-fat smoothness? Not the right choice for a been-round-the-block trophy wife. Nope. Huuuuge miscasting.

Yes! Multiple story lines from the past to the distant future. Same actors in each story, but they all play different ages, sexes, and races. Caught some dunderheaded critique 'round these parts for, among other things, "yellow face" on white actors playing a future storyline set in an Asian city, where some races…

Aw, JLaw... as usual she did a great job with the material in AH, but just like in Silver Linings she was *incredibly* miscast. Both movies called for a woman of a certain believable age... not a dewy girl barely in her twenties, no matter how great an actress. I love her, but c'mon.

You must be in a froth of rage over Cloud Atlas, then?