I think if your friend has asked you to keep something confidential and you tell your spouse, it is indeed gossiping. My husband knows that my best friend is divorcing her husband, and he knows a lot of the reasons why. He does not know about the humiliating scene that marked the end of their sex life, and I cannot…

Not telling your spouse everything your friends ever tell you isn’t keeping secrets from them. It’s just not gossiping. I tell my husband most of what my friends tell me, but if they tell me something in confidence, I don’t tell him, and it isn’t keeping secrets.

I love you! My 4 year old son has an adjective for a name, too, although his middle name isn’t that normal.

Your brother in law is an asshole

I saw the picture and enjoyed imagining Reese’s freak out when Ava came home from a Ryan weekend with a nose ring.

I loved every word you wrote here, and I desperately miss your totally bonkers This Week In Tabloids columns.

God, I was hoping this would be the first comment.

He was married to Scarlett Johansson, and no one has ever seen their wedding photos. He hooked up with Blake Lively and was immediately doing staged photo shoots for “paparazzi” in the middle of nowhere. Like, weird coincidence that a paparazzo stumbled up on you two making out in Midway, UT.

I actually know the woman who married Phil Spector after he murdered Lana Clarkson. She is crazy. So Oscar Pistorius probably has a long line of crazy chicks hoping to hook him.

Fucking hell, you’re good

I have reread that book a couple times as an adult. It holds up, I swear.

Yeah. Funerals are really fucking expensive at a really stressful time. This is him being good people. I usually find him annoying, but I am tearing up a little over this.

They did a lot of improv in the film, and she wasn’t comfortable with it. She has talked about it before.

I think his comments were pretty assy, but she has said before that she didn’t like working with him either, so I think they just mutually hated each other.

I can’t tell her and Teresa Palmer apart.

Here’s what is unfathomable: She lives in LA, home of Churro Borough, where they make ice cream sandwiches with churros instead of cookies, and she just had one regular churro.

No, the sister had a baby that we assumed was Peggy’s before we knew what happened, but then in the flashback to when Peggy was in the hospital, her sister visits and is like 8 months pregnant. It was her kid. It was never Peggy’s.

It’s gauche. Not gouache.

It’s more that those were unsuccessful shows that the former president or whomever was fired for promoting.

My best friend is related to her. I hate her so much.