Man, I tried to watch that show but just couldn’t get into it. Wanted to love it! Really did! But it was so... well, gender relations seem really different in Japan. The story was slow, the female leads were caricatures (imperious boss, cutesy smalltown girl) and it grated. You’re saying it’s worth it, though?

To clarify, he wasn’t so much “shot” as “shot himself in the temple” with a blank cartridge in a revolver. It was self-inflicted, but accidental in that he would not have known that the blank could inflict lethal damage. The two good things to come out of this were that he was an organ donor, and gun safety on sets…

Bingo! Ladies sit on chairs, not in them. For an accurate visual reference, consult any episode of Downton Abbey.

The bustle was considered to be a huge leap forward for women’s fashion in its time, compared to the earlier hoopskirt. Both of these devices gave a pleasing fullness to the hips and skirts which made the corseted waist seem even tinier. However, the hoopskirt was dangerous in a time when most houses were heated with…

Eh, some were assholes, a lot were not. Personally I feel the smug non-feminists of the time who clearly benefited from the work of others were far bigger assholes. Case in point: the pretty woman taking a master’s degree in Geology, who informed me that she had nobody but herself and her own hard work to thank for…

So the nuclear family is the most “safe and natural” format in which to raise children, you say. What’s your feeling on a nuclear family in which both parents are the same sex? And why are the men the “clear head” of the family in your view- because they make the money?

One would hope. *sad face*

I think it would be very condescending to tell a Japanese designer that s/he is only permitted to hire models of an approved ethnicity. I mean, think about it.

It’s just a little thing, really, but I love the new and discreet way of indicating a birth by saying the couple “welcomed” a baby. It sounds like he was invited to a dinner party and showed up with a super-nice bottle of wine.

Then there are the children who are brought into the world because an older sibling is ill and needs some kind of familial donor material (ie, rare blood type marrow). I mean... I get it?... but it’s still harsh for the kid when they’re old enough to find out why they’re around.

As a real estate agent said when advising me of the hilarious expectations of sellers: “it’s nice to want things.” (I’d like a Maybach and a hot chaffeur.)

You hit the nail on the head. Not even the Damien Hirst of the fashion world (at least his stuff has kind of a unique savagery, and he appears to be entirely in on the joke) but Koons... delusional, narcissistic, trashy and derivative. Perfection.

I liked her too! But strangely, the thing I remember most about her was that time they had to design dresses for Measha Bruggergosman, whose main brief was that the dresses be floor length because she always sang with bare feet. And Marie G. did a shorter length, which resulted in the diva giving her a severe…

Buy more A&F? Nope, my present record of “never” will remain untarnished. Perv more on their Hottie McManbun model? Absolutely.

I saw that season and thought he should have won. He’s gone on to have a successful career, and so did Sunny Fong who won in 2009. Past tense, because it looks like his company Vawk had its last collection in 2013. Oh, and that guy from Greta Constantine! He’s still kickin’ it. #fashionnerd

I’d like to introduce you to some badass lesbians, who dress up like that without giving one single fuck about whether men find it attractive.

This is all even more enjoyable when you consider that this is the first state dinner for Canada in quite a long time. Former PM and generally nasty person Stephen Harper was denied the honour. His party’s attack ads during the election riffed on Trudeau’s relative youth (and declined to use his very famous surname)…

YES. The scenario: driving along the rural coastline of a Maritime province, my mom in the passenger seat of a rental car, at dawn. Racing to catch a ferry, then increasing terror as I realised a shitsunami was on its inexorable way. Tiny towns, nothing open, I was sweatin’ and near tears as my mom urged me to just…

It’s just the Greek version of the name Anthony, but yeah. Even so.

What about if they start to cry? Pretty sure I would. I mean, for reals. Then I’d pee everywhere and cry harder.