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One of my friends is now “Jenna” to anyone who met her after 2007 because when she moved to SoCal, there were legit too many Jennifers at her work. She is a first-generation American and her parents wanted her to have a very Western-sounding name.

I knew a girl named Mysti Dawn. It was pretty AND porn-y.

My very best friend is an Erin Elizabeth! And her last name is Irish although she’s mostly Finnish.

I grew up with a Syngen! But it was spelled that way and I believe he was SE Asian.

The only Maverick I ever met was a beautiful South African go-go boy. I don’t think it was his real name.

Emma also has work ethic. Lindsay notoriously used stand-ins any time she could on Herbie Goes Bananas and was almost fired from Georgia Rule.

Theater is an actor’s medium. Film is a director’s medium.

And he was a front-runner for the Emmy that year! He saved the show and also killed it; his relapse came at the end of the season and they had to rewrite everything.

Yep! Also, next time you watch an old movie and there is drinking, pay attention to how small the glasses are. Now they sell glasses that can legit have an entire bottle poured into them.

I was excited when I thought was Tarantino version, as he has a track record of getting great performances out of overlooked and typecast actors. But then I remembered all the news about QT today and felt gross, so do your thing, Lizzie McG.

Yep. My dream has always been a pie-in-the sky. I am single and childless. How many rooms do I need?

I totally get that about not disrupting the friend groups. I think it can be worse for gays because we can be so entrenched in our social communities.

You can’t have it both ways, y’know? He can date the hot young guy and expect that he’ll be footing the bill, or be EXTRA shallow and only insist on dating trust fund gaybies.

Well, I suppose Macy’s and Gimbels eventually learned to get along.

There are only a few states that allow anonymity for lottery winners. A few years ago, when Powerball was at an all-time high, I fantasized about driving from Minneapolis to Fargo to buy the winning ticket, protected by the laws of North Dakota, and convincing everyone my new wardrobe was from excellent thrifting.

I’m okay with it because she shared it on a podcast (?) about motherhood. It waan’t like she was saving this for her wacky celebrity story to tell on Fallon.

I wonder if the more intelligent one is either scared, comfortable, or both.

We live in a 2-bedroom, so no one else immediately affected (except my parents, but they live 10 minutes away and I stay over often anyway).

Another management position at my job is being cut and it’s too bad because I like the woman.

I loved him in The Broken Hearts Club. Such a sweet, understated performance, and so opposite of Martin Crane.