The Great British Bake Off is like a xanax and a valium cocoon that I want to snuggle in forever more.

I was at a show at the Bowery Ballroom seeing Eliot Sumner a couple of years ago. This is a small-ish venue in NYC, and I would say the venue was like 3/4 packed (400 people or so), enough so you could comfortably move around and see the people around you. About halfway through the show, I looked behind me for some…

THIS IS THE BEST ONE!

Shoulder-checked Aziz Ansari in the East Village about six years back, not realizing it was him. Asshole was taking up the whole sidewalk. 

Maggie Gyllenhaal & Peter Sarsgaard live in my neighborhood. I frequently see her at the playground up the street when I take my kid. I always want to say hello, but I don’t want to bother her.

It was Friday night and I was pretty drunk in a bar, when a handsome man tried to walk past me. I raised my glass to him and said jokingly: hey, James Bond! He stopped, looked me up and down, walked on and I realized yes, indeed, it was James Bond (Pierce Brosnan).

I once helped The Rock finished a crossword puzzle in an airport lounge long ago. That man takes his crossword puzzles very seriously!

I. am. dead. 

Lifestyle/ fitness endorsements. So Virginia Slims ads in Woman’s World? 

Brent Kavanaugh was shouting and crying ten minutes into his hearing. RBG is 83 years old, broke three ribs and is working and joking from her hospital bed.

I think pretty much daily about how we didn’t deserve Barack Obama. If we didn’t deserve Barack, we definitely don’t deserve Michelle. The strength and grace she continues to show, in the face of the relentless torrent of racism she’s had to endure, amazes me. 

And for this I’d never forgive him.

Just when you think you can’t love this incredible woman any more.

“I Don’t Be Best, R U?”

But also, I'm kinda into it?

That sounds...actually kind of sweet. Like a little birth tree. But this, placenta smoothie?? Yeah, that’s gross 

spontaneous my ass.

Why are we letting this administration do these things like they’re normal? I don’t necessarily mean us little people, at least in this situation. The rest of the reporters in that room? Their network bosses? Unions? Someone to take immediate and direct action?

I read this wayyy too young; I was 16 and it was my first Stephen King novel. I chose it because it was relatively short (for King) and sounded intriguing. Those of us who have read it will no doubt be wondering if her very real, very fucked-up visitor makes an appearance and if so, how much of the character will they…

It was her bill, basically. She was such a badass as First Lady.