This is probably the wrong response; but I find myself suddenly glad it was only a shoe. Poor, sad, loopy lady.

I KNOW RIGHT!!??

Umm. Can I ask a muumuu question? (Because I HELLA want one) Are they soft-soft? And how sheer are they? I am super-tempted by the shortish purple one, as an alternative to say, this (curse the hipsters for driving up the price of frocks that I want!).

Jared Leto blue himself. In a taxi.

AWW! I didn't even notice. It IS lovely.

That dignitary of Bearland that Prince George is meeting is NAKED! Bears! How many times have I told you that overdressed is better than underdressed, bears? Not even a bowtie? Get your shit together Bearlandians.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Welp. Now my emotions are leaking out of my face. And I want to call my ma.

Oh Biggest Loser, when JILLIAN MICHAELS (who is a Terrible) is calling you out for being meany-mean pants, it's time to think about your choices. ALSO! Scarlett Johansson has made the wrong choice. THE WRONG CHOICE! Team Captain Poop for LIFE!

That sounds like a for-actually fun project. Good luck with it!

That IS a good list! Way back when albums used to have corporeal form (like, 10 years ago) I used to buy a Nina album every time I moved someplace new. As a way to scope out the local, beard-dude music shops.

NINA! Happy-sigh.... this was exactly what I wanted to hear at this exact second. Or any second, really. If there's ever incidental Nina playing I have to stay wherever it is until it's done.

Thanks for covering this Rebecca. Anja's death is heartbreaking. The world is poorer without her.

Is it weird how thrilled I am by the news that Kesha is doing well? Given that I'm not even really a fan? No? Good. But it might be weird how much I want to share this photo of her from last week. Maybe? I'mma risk it...

A standing OVARY-ation maybe? (Sorry. I'll... I'll see myself out)

This is the best thing I've seen all day. Would hit that.

What kind of demented contraption is this even? A Dead Rat Picker Upper? Who has the kitchen storage space for a single-use tool like that?

Ohmyglob. My face. All my emotions are falling out of my face.

So, composure, confidence. Got it. BUT what about those occasions when the tiny human you hang out with stands in the middle of a room yodeling their strudel? And your first (completely-inconceivable-unless-have-kids) response is to jam your cupped hands in the path of the tsunami of vomit? And then the kid starts…

I have nothing to say but dang. And that I own underwear that has slightly more coverage than those shorts. The '80s - a heady time for tiny tiny pants.