You do! And so do I, then. John Goodman is so funny, smart, talented and sexy as all get-out. No matter his size, I find him very drool-worthy.

I really think that she’d be a great interviewer — in the Barbara Walters vein but without the ass-kissing and pandering. Remini is smart, sympathetic and is scrupulously prepared, from what I’ve seen on her documentary series. It would be too bad if one of the networks doesn’t snap her up after her Scientology…

Who else cringes huge when someone says “Bachelor Nation”? I refuse to concede that, because I hate-watch this crap, that I am a citizen or even a tourist.

Ugh. I had almost forgotten that season. A big load of misery, that was. He was drunk, horny and ever so stupid. Terrible person, worse season.

I noticed the mouth thing, too. And there was a certain slushiness to his speech, making him sound slightly toasted on occasion.

Whatever his name, it is dismantled regularly to accommodate “The _____ster”. The Kevster, The Chadster. When the name is not immediately known, “brah” comes into play. Now I have to go wash off the skeeves.

I’ve never seen that, but I did witness a really hairy woman coat herself, pretty much head to toe, in Nair or Neet or whatever and walk around, all smelly and goopy, til it was time to rinse. I remember thinking that the shower stall was going to be like a collie was hosed off in there. Plus, gross.

I’m in Toronto, and our cable fascists are Rogers Telecommunications — they pretty much have a monopoly on cable and internet services. Their customer service is nightmarish. After they overcharged me by $20 on a monthly statement, I finally got it straightened out after a zillion calls and a bottle of Tylenol. They…

Oh, this is terrible! Mr. Osborne was and will always remain the voice of TCM. I love old movies, especially during depression and rough times, and I spent many hours welcoming him into my home. He was informative, classy and every bit a gentleman. Last year, due to finances (or lack thereof), I had to drop my cable…

A few years ago, I had the world’s worst yeast infection and sat like this quite often so my bits would stop burrrrrrrnnning— ON MY OWN COUCH AT HOME WHERE NO ONE COULD SEE ME OR KNOW WHAT CREATIVE POSES I HAD TO DO TO GET A MODICUM OF RELIEF.

Speak for yourself. I eat a lot of beets and have pink pee quite frequently. It’s ever so pretty!

When that happened, I bellowed with laughter and felt massively shitty at the same time. The next time I felt this way was during your election night (I’m Canadian and couldn’t be more sorry for all y’all.)

Not something I’m especially proud of, but I get your point!

Oh, it happened, my friend. I watched all of this shit show and he said that and a bunch of other things that made me want to vomit.

And none of the crap he’s buying is going to be worth a damn, re-sell wise. Not that I feel bad for him. He’s a douche.

The first thing that comes to mind is bad breath — protection for the other person if you have it and vice versa. Not really a creative or hip suggestion, I realize, but it’s damn utilitarian.

He has one of those elastic faces with excess folds of skin, a la Anthony Weiner. Plus, he’s The Devil so there’s that, too.

No, sweetheart. You’re not gross. Mentally ill, obviously, but not gross. You can’t help it.

I had the incredibly good fortune to meet PM Trudeau and he’s amaaaaazing! Not only is he extremely polite and gentlemanly, but he is even better looking in person. We conversed for a brief moment in French and I broke into a sweat, it was that terrific.

They look like those clog thingies that chefs wear. So, unless he’s going to whip up a nice rack of lamb with red wine reduction, they’re gross.