Aw man, yes, Howard’s End still messes me up. The rich consume the poor, then as well as now. Also, being crushed to death by a bookcase, as mentioned above, is a horrible way to die.

It’s okay, boo. At least you were in Florence!

But were you making out with a handsome floppy-haired man? Pretty sure that completes the experience, imho.

*sets up shop to talk about Merchant-Ivory films*

81. Will my parents ever be proud of me?

This is an amazing story, and yet I am most impressed by the extraordinary pettiness of the anonymous puppy-owner.

Yep. I was expecting my state to vote for Trump, but it still doesn’t feel great to know that my friends and neighbors voted for a guy who clearly doesn’t think people like me deserve equal protection under the law, much less our basic human dignity acknowledged.

Solange and Leonard Cohen got me through the post-election kamikaze sadness spiral. Well, I was and still am extraordinarily depressed by what happened, but I felt (and feel) less alone.

Now, now, I think Republican state houses in Wisconsin and NC and other places that drastically curtailed the voting rights of their minority constituents deserve a lot of credit too!

And what a rich, luxurious salad it is. Dressed with Reverse-Elektra Complex Vinaigrette, shaved truffles (hand-gathered by orphans without health insurance) and finished off with a faux feminist sheen all around it.

This story’s just full of holes.

But what about the Ivanka Salad?

That Jennifer Lawrence! So #fresh and #relatable!!

Hey, giveandgotcha! I would try to contact them on Twitter. It feels like most brands only respond that way.

Their perfumes are geniunely not that bad! I love my Nirvana White rollerball. No regrets!

I don’t really know. I mean, there was always a lesson at the end of the episode that either Danny or one of the uncle would deliver to the girls. Is this how Americans parent???

It’s Greek to me. Growing up an immigrant kid in the Midwest, I used to eat Full House up like it was the unironic representation of the American dream (and even then I knew they wouldn’t have been able to afford that house, unless Danny’s dead wife had set them up for life.)

“I have a heart-condition. If you hit me, it’s murder.”

Jesus Christ, thank you.

I feel like 2016 has aged me at least half-a-decade. I am the walking representation of that ‘beginning of 2016//end of 2016' meme.