Oh, good call on the Marla Maples angle. If you file jointly, are your returns joint property, with either party free to disseminate them? Or do both parties have to assent?

Frederick’s of Hollywood clearance sale, from right after they declared bankruptcy.

I wonder where this photo was taken? Ivanka, the woman next to her (barefoot?!) and the woman three seats down are showing lots of skin, and yet the guy in the “statement sweater,” Donald in the jacket, and dude-bro in the hoodie and ball cap are kind of bundled up. In the back there’s a guy wearing a sweater, and…

Don’t forget Leona Helmsley, the Gutfreunds (their palatial apartment is on the market, if you’re interested), and so many others. There’s a reason why “Bonfire of the Vanities” (the book, not that awful movie) was the monster hit that it was, and Spy Magazine so perfectly captured the zeitgeist of late 80s New York.…

...dwarf star getting sucked into a black hole...

Oh, I know you didn’t, the segue was my fault. It was just that your comment regarding a kid cleaning his room reminded me that when I first saw that photo everyone pounced on Hillary’s expression and my first thought was, “I used to have that stove in my apartment and it always looked like I was living in London…

I actually love that photo (it was taken in a public housing apartment in East Harlem, as I recall) and I was envious of the resident for keeping such a small kitchen so clean. The cereal bags and magnets adorning the fridge lead me to believe there’s at least one kid living there, and look at how clean the fridge and…

I’m a middle-aged guy and I liked the first one (“My Brilliant Friend”.)

He could have snuck in a sly reference to why he has any supporters at all and gone with Pol Pot.

He looks like the aftermath of a kid with a golden ticket who has pissed off Willy Wonka and/or one or two of the Oompa-Loompas.

The Times has had so many layoffs and buyouts and yet Stanley soldiers on. I remember when the “Corrections” column was referred to as “Here’s what Alessandra Stanley wrote last week, we’re sorrryyyy...”

Oh shoot, you’re right of course. I just saw it recently, right around the time George Kennedy died, and he claimed it was his favorite role, because Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn were so much fun, and the whole thing was shot in Paris, so they all got to live there for a while.

Have you ever seen “Charade?” Alfred Hitchcock, 1963, Audrey Hepburn is an interpreter in Paris. It’s a very minor throwaway plot point, but she has an extremely glamourous and dangerous life.

I don’t know about the term “growler,” and this whole refillable microbrewed beer thing is a new one on me, but older relatives have told me that during the Depression, before beer was pasteurized and sold in cans, they, as preteens, were given containers to bring to a local bar, and for not much money the proprietor…

Any fruit name would do, Apple, Peaches...Clementine used to be a perfectly respectable female name, Winston Churchill’s wife was named Clementine.

I know a couple of women named George, but it’s often more “Georgie” and it’s short for Georgina. Michael Bloomberg has a daughter named Georgina (she I don’t know personally.)

Where does Miranda Priestly fit into all of this?

Corn famously doesn’t digest. I would imagine if you ate nothing but corn for a day or two you’d have Pumpkin Seed gal’s experience.

I love how (unrealistically) chummy the Granthams were with the servants. Constantly bailing out the Bates’s after their prison stays, loyal to snarly Thomas, paying for Mrs. Patmore’s cataract surgery, putting up with Daisy’s class warfare feints...They were a particularly forward-thinking bunch. Even the frosty…

Ferrets are still illegal in New York? I thought that was a passing Giuliani obsession, like prohibiting dancing in places without a cabaret license, that had largely gone by the wayside years ago.