Poor, lonely fucks would kill for a nagging harpie in their lives, let alone a strong-ass lady like Skyler (or Anna Gunn, the amazing RL actress who plays her). Did it ever occur to them that by being unlikeable she's doing a great job at her role? No? Didn't think so. Morons.

Princess Bubblegum approves.

Who am I? Shut up!!

Dear Mel:

For those of us not in the US of A (damn you, MTV!):

Seriously, any first world country worth its weight in assholes have the same privileged, pseudo-libertarian dickwads who refuse to criticise the status quo because it's benefiting them in some way. This is not strictly a UK thing, though I'd say white men in particular certainly seem to have the market cornered on…

"I got there early and sat at the bar with a Maker's Mark, jotting down play ideas in my Moleskine." Be more pretentious, ya douchebag. I dare you.

Cheeseburger pizza is Nothing without pickle shards. NOTHING!!!

Psssh. My twenty lb. Maine Coon, Chaos, is nothing like Larry. Larry is a dingus. Chaos, on the other hand, rules.

I know, right? My reaction? Really, doctor? Really?!!

Aw, poor thing looks hungover as fuck! Granted, I've never been on a helicopter, but you'd think she'd be used to that by now... Too much pre-announcement-partying, maybe? Just sayin'.

Challenge Accepted!! (Is what I assume Bill Nye would say to that).

Ahhhhh! That was amazing! He's so awesome. What a perfect song choice! I love his moves - the man has a genuine charm, and a nerdy pizazz. Damn you, DWTS, you've got me this time!

Yeah! Let them use their combined powers for good, instead of to screw over poor, sick kids who want to meet Taylor Swift.

I made a point of specifically saying we are not any better.

What's with the weird fake-British-Madonna thing she's doing around a minute in? I was into it right up until then, and it suddenly felt like her producers were trying to rip off a better song (Skepta's "Rolex Sweep"):

As a white woman from Canada, I will tell you that this outright level of ignorance does surprise me, but as a cynic, it just goes on to the ever-growing pile of "Why We Can't Have Nice Things" that I just find a way to accept. Racists? Yep, those exist. But I don't have to face it on a daily basis, so I forget that…

I'm going to start calling stupid, racist idiots "spoons" from now on. Thanks!

Whoa, Cumberbatch. He's the guy at the party with the scarily intense anecdotes, and ultra penetrating gaze, where you're kinda turned on, but mostly just wishing your friend would come back from wherever they went.