This can’t be real. Is this real? It can’t be. It’s tooooooo good, and I love it too much.

So ... it’s TOTALLY a sex thing?

First thing I thought! I didn’t see his face, just the screenshot from the video, and when I saw the font, I was, Ugh. This fucking guy.

This has “best seller” written all over it. (Literally, I’m guessing.)

Yes! I NEVER went to a frat party, because any random 4-second conversation (in which they’d corner me in a line at the dining hall or something and say, Dang, ain’t you a pretty lil thing! And so smart!) was MORE THAN ENOUGH. Ugh.

Also, I desperately want to get to a place where we as a society STOP excusing douchebag behavior “because I was drunk” or “I might have been drunk” or “I was coked out of my mind.”

Check out that cold bitch Katharine Ross, who had the fucking nerve to call out The Hoffman on his perfectly customary warm-up exercise of ass-grabbing the newbie. SOME NERVE, huh?

“Summer of Fear” was my absolute favorite. I think it actually helped ignite my interest in true crime and crime TV and all that stuff. The “back story” of how the nanny came to live with that particular family — such GOOD, juicy stuff when I first read it.

And I remember very well waking up at 5:15 a.m. the morning of the wedding. Wall-to-wall TV coverage started at 5:30, and I wanted time to grab a couple Cokes and some PopTarts to start my all-day viewing fest. I remember literally THANKING THE GODS that it was summer, so I could spend all day mentally wrapped in…

THIS. Back then, particularly (pre-What Diana Came to Be For the Royal Family), “commoner” meant — not a member of a royal family. Remember that the Windsors had a long history of marrying amongst other royals — little-known Greeks and whatnot, but still royals. This girl was DIFFERENT.

This. They thought this was going to happen. And it did.

This is VERY interesting to me, because I have NEVER in my life been attracted to confidence. I’m attracted to the guy who looks down at the floor when he talks to me. I mean, he can make eye contact sometimes but only when he knows he just said something that will make you laugh.

“I never SAID I would WEAR a condom. I said I HAD some condoms WITH me.”

Florida is Florida. Everything you touch south of Orlando has a little bit of a coating of meth on it.

Cape-wearing. And pulling nickels from behind your ear.

If it’s any consolation, I seriously don’t think it’s going to be four entire years. He’s gonna do something to piss off Putin, or Putin’s mob brethren, and then President Trump will be sleeping with the fishes, wearing his new cement shoes.

The woman up there in the picture is FitDesking away while wearing high heels. This is not a workplace of humans.

The woman up there in the picture is FitDesking away while wearing high heels. This is not a workplace of humans.

THIS. So fucking MUCH. THIS. WE ARE HALF OF THE POPULACE. HALF. “Women’s issues” are HUMANITY’S ISSUES.

I have come here for solace, among my people. The debates are making me a nervous wreck. I thought I was going to barf a few minutes before the Trump-Clinton debate started. As a Virginia native, I feel like Uncle Tim is carrying the weight of all my hopes and dreams on that debate stage tonight.

The WORST is when the actress being interview actually EATS something. Then the lead of the interview is: “Emily Blunt devours a ham sandwich like a MONSTER. Who knew this incredibly attractive British actress actually takes in nourishment, which her body then converts to calories to ensure survival?” IT’S A SHOCK, I…