Yes, but that isn’t anything that the PRODUCTION should be held responsible for.

That’s how most Shonda shows are. They start off strong... seasons one, two, and even three are pretty good... and then sometime around season four you’re like “What even is this fucking show now?” and don’t recognize the show you once liked a lot.

She disgusts you. You wake up with cold sweats. Yeah, this has nothing to do with gender, move along everybody, move along.

I’m torn. On the one hand, she enabled him by standing by for his infidelities and covering for him. OTOH, it seem like this guy is just inflicting misery in her because he can’t get to Cosby.

I was wondering about that too. It might fit into a timeline, or go to state of mind?

Not defending Camille at all, but what would the death of her son have to do with any of this? I don’t see how that has relevance.

I thoroughly enjoyed this. I want to get this book!

Best. Fan Mail. Ever.

Great read

There is a lot more of this kind of stuff in Palm Springs than you might think, and it’s a problem. Most of it is not this nice, but there are endless homes that have been stuck in a time warp since the 60s and 70s as a result of people moving out there in there in their late fifties and living to be 90 before their…

Looks like a cheap ass room in the Poconos. I’ve been there. On drugs. Lots of drugs. That’s a room made for drugs and an argument with your ex wife over the merits of a lousy handjob.

He IS Moschino.

“Caftans and Cocktails” would be a great name for the autobiography of that house’s owner.

Carpeting in the bathroom is gross. It’s basically underwear your bathroom never changes.

My former in laws had a house where the bathtub was in part of the master (bedroom, not suite) and surrounded by carpet. And the toilet was in its own WC and was gold, natch. It was amazing.

I want this house, and all the caftans and cocktails that go with it.

ARE YOU ME? Seriously. Knowing that in the universe, Mr. Rogers always liked me for being just exactly me... That is pretty much the reason I am still alive. I just love him so much. I bet he gave great hugs.

See and depression isn’t the most rational things - when I’ve been depressed some of the weirdest things just help out - Mr. Rogers in particular. Damnit he does like me for being me!

“It may be small comfort, but I’m here for you.”