Technically not pasta, but pasta-adjacent: I cooked a “famous” Eggplant Parmesan recipe from this restaurant in the Atl area to try to induce labor. The recipe yielded enough servings for a townhall potluck and I ate that disgusting heap of tomato and goopy vegetables for every meal over 4 days until she was gone.

The Smashmouth ones! Like, who’s defending Smashmouth whilst throwing major shade at Smashmouth?

There’s a significant chance Lester is a troll doll. One of those whose bellies you’d push and their tongues would spin out. Minus the pink hair. I just can’t imagine Lester with neon tresses.

We’re in the same club. I just got followed by all the Jez subs at once. THEY LIKE US! THEY REALLY LIKE US!

“Kate: I’m fearful about the reunion. As some of you may know, when things get too mean I start to get stressed. I’d watch a show that was just peaceful tours of their closets.”

I think his point is that white dudes who sit in front of computers all day, whacking off to code, are privileged to the point that even the tiniest infraction can cause them to LOSE THEIR ABSOLUTE SHIT.

This is a sketch starring Benjamin Bratt and I cannot be convinced otherwise.

MORE STARS IM LAUGHING TOO HARD FOR PUNCTUATION

I genuinely never expected to say this about anyone on a RH show: THAT’S SO FUCKING SMART.

Re: Meghan - I don’t watch this show. I only read the recaps. So maybe this has been addressed and I’m just uneducated, but .. Aren’t vasectomies reversible? Did I just make that up? Probably. But seriously, isn’t that, like, the main selling point of a vasectomy?

MORE STARS!! MORE STARS!!!

Mine is David Bowie. That crystal ball and magic staircase act did it for my 8 year old self in a big way. It also probably didn’t hurt that his make up was en flique. RIP Corey, Brad, and Bowie.

IS THIS FROM THE BABYSITTER’S CLUB BOARD GAME. That’s a thing I vaguely remember. Dammit why did I smoke so much pot in school?! I can recall five different “Murder, She Wrote” plot lines but nothing that happened after 1999 remains.

That Jenny Slate piece confuses me. I know who Jenny Slate is. She dropped the f-bomb on SNL, then had that pretty good movie, and slayed on that one show on FX with Paul Reiser. But who da fuck is Chris, um, crap.. I’ve already forgotten his last name.. Who dat?

I must’ve missed something. I feel like I’m in another universe right now. Everyone is all “FUCK THIEL! RECTAL PROLAPSE! HE’S THE WORST!” And I’m over here like “you guys can’t seriously think this shit was okay, can you?” I’m heartbroken that so many talented journalists and writers are losing their jobs. I’m also…

Did you see Leslie Jones? What did you eat? What language do they speak there? Do you speak it? What did you drink? You didn’t drink the water, did you? Was that swimming pull full of Jell-O? Where’d you stay? Rate it. Were there mints of your pillows? Did you meet anyone else famous? What sport did you play? Did your…

My mother, fed up with her colleagues drinking her grapefruit juice out of the break room fridge, laced it with stool softener. This story is the perfect example of my mother’s passive aggressive nature and I will forever have the image of her, mixing in a whole bottle of laxative as she mummered “I hope you shit your…

This would be a great topic for a case study/book. Think “Modern Romance” but more “Modern Grown-Ups”. Five hundred words due by Friday. Go!

That's the point. I had some expectation of what it would feel like/mean. The time has come and I'm still not there. So I guess the only thing I can imagine making me feel more adult would be losing the fun.

For most people in it, the entertainment world is the unpaid internship of the entertainment world.