Crystal Castles and small world moments: my Gentleman Caller used to work with Alice Glass’s longtime boyfriend. She dumped dude for bigger and better things as soon she got famous, and he was completely heartbroken. I dunno her or anything, but that sure sounds like a bitch move if true.

But the final scene of the last episode of the season was so, so, so satisfying.

Time was, back in early Jezebel days, that hiring cleaning help was Frowned Upon as unfeminist, or whatever, because it was demeaning to pay another person to clean one’s house. Demeaning to the person who chose to do that work and was paid the going rate for it, that is.

Thank you. On the bright side, I’m Canadian, so yay socialised medicine!

I hesitated to star your comment, because karma, and then I remembered “oh right! I actually already *have* cancer.” So there’s your first star.

So far I’ve had four cancer-related surgeries in the past year, survived a hellish chemo while living alone, been through complications requiring daily nursing for almost four months, and am just right now getting dressed to go to round 2 of 25 radiation treatments.

But would someone wearing that ring be just walking down the street, or would they be wafting by in a palaquin carried by quadruplet stud-bros in matching liveries?

A girl I know deals with breakups by applying “alcohol and cock.”

Well, gathering frost.

I loved Wilde on “House”, but find she drags down every movie she’s in- such a pretty lady, shame about the acting. About the same for Jessica Biel, though to my eyes she’s slightly less gorgeous (still blindingly pretty, of course) and a slightly more believable actor. But... Blake? Blake Lively? What sequence of…

She just... does nothing for me. Beautiful; seems nice. Not memorable onscreen. Exactly like Jessica Biel and Olivia Wilde. As other commenters have surmised, she might be one of those people who seems to throw off sparkles and rainbows in person while smelling like jasmine and hot buttered popcorn, but the charisma…

I know this is exactly what she signed up for, but it still looks horrifying.

Noooo!! I *love* their underwear. Always buy scads of it on trips to the US; they hit the magic combination of sexy, well-fitting, long lasting, and affordable. DAMMIT.

The punk exhibit was SO disappointing- and this, from the Museum that did such a great job with the McQueen show! The punk one was dialed in with no explanation, which robbed the clothes of all their relevance. Fail.

Once met a little boy whose name was spelled... oh god... “Jayysin”. Pronounced Jason, but twice as trashy.

To be fair, the y in Brooklyn is the correct spelling. It gets trendier and trashier when the parents use cr8tv spellings like Brooklin, Brooklynn, etcetera...

My guess would be D cup and above.

Don't you mean your ears pricked up? Just sayin'.

What are the odds that Tyra Banks knew this, of all the things that come out of her mouth, would be her most enduring legacy?

My day is already improved for knowing that!