I'm not sure orange or pink sequins are really doing him any favors, color-wise.

So if I understand the thrust of this:

Okay, the name is stupid and the premise of having a female jogger bobbing along in a less-than-adequately-supportive sports bra whilst guiding a male tourist is icky BUT: As a woman who has gone on a lot of business trips to a lot of cities, and who likes to get in that early morning run but who must often rely on…

I am not a Halloween fan - I have enough trouble deciding who I am without pressure to dress as someone else. I generally favored going as ideas, objects or nouns, and also, I never wanted to spend much money on the whole thing.

I'm guessing the daycare was under suspicion rather than the father because the bloody diaper was discovered at the end of a day when their baby had been in daycare and not alone with her father.

Hilary: Christ, Jones, I couldn't give a fuck about Chetch-nee-yaaa.

Ms. Swank: There is only one thing to do now to save face. Donate the money you made from this appearance to a relevant humanitarian cause. Anything else is disingenuous hot air.

She is wonderful in Bowfinger, as well.

"I lived in an agricultural village and that what you do. We went to school but one day a week we work in the fields and also when it was necessary."

Either Martha Stewart and her daughter have a great relationship and the tell-all book is just a shared joke to make a lot of money, or Martha really knows how to hit her daughter where it hurts and serve humiliation with an extra turn of the knife.

Recent convo with my kid:

Everyone - or most everyone - has issues with their parents. But to use Stewart's name to carve out a meager career (based in part on her own mother's shows), and then use her mother again to sell a prurient tell-all that reveals - horrors - that M Stewart is an imperfect perfectionist (which we all knew once she was…

Alexis Stewart: Here, let me use that glue gun to stick the tiniest violin in the world to your right hand.

Pointers Rule!

Yes, but Cheney has led a charmed life ever since he flunked out of Yale and into a political career. Maybe the reason he has so many heart problems is that he sold the original one to a certain friendly horned fellow.

"Rent Layer Cake."

I'm sorry, did I miss something? Since when is Daniel Craig no longer in line for more Bond movies? Nothing against Idris Bond, but I wasn't quite done with Danny Bond yet...

ZOMG I can still feel the muscle ache from smiling so much on mushrooms, and it's been decades since I took them. Having said that, doing them a few times was really, really enough, since by the final trip I just wanted it all to be over.*

Letters clearly written by hardcore Mad Men fanboys, who never start their morning correspondence before having a few shots of vodka in their milk and proceeding to a second breakfast of scotch.

Pyrotechnics for toddlers.