The look on her attorney’s face at the climax. Wow. If there was any possibility that this was just a scared girl in the Big City without a phone, it ended when she gave America’s honorary cool aunt the hand (or decided to wear a “Daddy” hat to a national interview).

I do have a thing for odd looking cars, but I never knew the ‘58 had that reputation. I actually like all of them up to the late ‘60s.

“The second generation was a design catastrophe...”

He’s Yelping the 17th Street McDonald’s.

Remember when Obama wore a tan suit and it was such a scandal it has its own Wikipedia page? My only hope for Biden’s term is four very, very boring years: cue up the theme song to Lowered Expectations.

The interior is fabulous, especially that gated shifter. But outside I’m getting third-gen MR2. You make a great point about evolution vs. homage. In the obsession with throwback design over the last twenty-some years, I think the Z8 is the only one to get it (close to) right. The others, 550one included, look like…

It takes a bit of gymnastics to tie him to J. K. Rowling’s TERF war all to make his comments seem far more incendiary than they were, but it effectively proves his point. I’m wondering if this article isn’t dripping with sarcasm I’m not hearing, or was just an effort to make a bean joke that didn’t quite land.

I can’t read “Welcome Home” here without hearing South Park’s advertisement for the gentrified SoDoSoPa.

The boilerplate op-eds and interviews with billionaire CEOs have become so methodically predictable I’m convinced the humans behind them are actually semi-sentient targeted advertising robots.

I’d be curious to see where some of the most high profile Beckys, Amys, and Karens are today. I wonder how many of them who didn’t technically break the law are sitting on hefty wrongful termination lawsuits and severance packages. I know we don’t go down that road because that takes the attention off the victim, and…

What a sad read. If he has trouble making new friends, imagine how hard it will be for him as we squeamishly emerge from this pandemic. I suppose he’s not entirely blameless if he’s allowed himself to become a passive observer. A relationship is a partnership. But if she’s texting him “soyboy” videos, I’d be willing…

I want to get married over Zoom and throw this woman all the money to just take two pictures of us on her laptop, then go spend a month doing whatever the fuck she wants. I’m not a fan of online mob justice, but the one time cancel culture is welcome is when it drags people exactly like this. The…

Thanks a lot, Joan. I had to Google who these idiots are and now there’s a black hole in my brain where math used to be.

God no. I’m saying No Dice because that’s how much it would cost to keep one of these money pits going. 

I don’t know when Elf became the de facto Christmas movie. It’s cute enough I guess, but I’m always frustrated with Christmas movies that present the paradox that Santa is both real with a heavily funded North Pole base, yet no one in the world seems to believe in him. If those gifts labeled “from Santa” were…

Personally, I think these are beautiful (watch one dance in Wheelman), but I wouldn’t want to spend more than the sticker price in maintenance every other month. A friend of mine babied hers, but when she went to sell it she literally couldn’t give it away. 

Yes, but how would they compensate for their, ahem, shortcomings, with a ‘94 S-10?

As a card carrying homo with 20-yadda-yadda-yadda years of experience in homoness +19 more in closeted torment, I see nothing remotely homophobic in her Tweet. Prison rape jokes aren’t classy, but they certainly aren’t rare. Anyone who claims to think Messing was suggesting Trump settle down in domestic bliss with a…

My grandparents had a ‘77 Lincoln Town Car and and Mark V, and I’d have to say - especially the Town Car - were as close to a perfect land yacht you could find. Each seat felt like an oversized Barcalounger, far more comfortable than the perhaps more handsome luxury cruisers a decade earlier. The button-tufted…

Maybe it’s because I’m accustomed to driving beaters and older cars, but I’ve never owned anything that would hold up this well. Apparently I was today-years-old when I realized drivers in new cars could reasonably expect to walk away from a crash this bad without a broken bone.