Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel want another baby already because their current baby wasn’t the right shape for the void.

I just started reading Missoula. The part I’m at right now is detailing the university discipline process, and it is fucked. up.

Geeze — I had multiple ovarian cysts when i was younger (around 15), including one that was so big it made my stomach shrink, and so painful everyone assumed I had appendicitis. They removed the cysts surgically, and put me on birth control pills, but no one ever suggested my ovaries themselves should be removed.…

1. Salty Mainah: It’s kinda more shady that sick-burn, but I was born in Maine; my parents are “from away” (both from Michigan, actually, but they met in ME). I grew up in a very small town with lots of local characters, straight of central casting. When my mom was really pregnant with me, one morning she was in the…

As an Abigail, please tell me that your spelling was conjured out of your head and you have not actually seen in print or, or otherwise know to it to be the spelling of the name of a living child.

I'm pro expression, but I hate the clickety-clackety sound of too-long fake nails on keyboards. I also just don't get the physics of it. I used to work with a woman who was a typist and also did medical transcription and had insanely long nails. I was so horrified and fascinated I almost couldn't handle it. Like, WHAT…

Pat Kiernan is one of NYC’s greatest treasures. That is all.

I live in NYC, and he’s my all-time favorite celebrity sighting, and the only one I’ve bothered to take a creep-shot of. I was on the subway platform and up walked this very tall, very skinny guy with big glasses and I was all like (in my head, thank god) “OMG OMG OMG THAT IS STEPHEN MERCHAAAAANT!!!!!!”.

Ha. This was college, pre-Max. (I haven’t seen the movie or the show, tho, so I can’t speak to Max’s relative likability.)

He punched a woman in the head and didn’t get expelled because mommy was on the Board and bought them off. http://www.vulture.com/2014/09/catfis…

I’m an SLC alum, in the same cohort as Nev. Last weekend I got together with some fellow SLC peeps I haven’t seen in a while, and of course talked at length about how bizarre it is that of all people, Nev has “made it” and the whole scandal thing (a few of us were actually at the party in question; fun times). And…

Well congrats for making those 40 min count, that comment was truly inspired.

We recently moved from a big apartment that we shared with a lot of roommates (and for most of the time we were there, a pug and other assorted dogs who would come to visit because one roommate was a dog walker), to a small, junior 1 br. He seems to be adjusting OK, but it seems like now he's board and lonely; when we…

The News isn’t so bad, but the Post — damn. We get it at my office, and some days it’s just too WTF for words. (Although if they ever offered me the position of NY Post headline writer I’d have to consider, because puns.)

Last week one of the higher-ups kids came into the office because his school out and apparently the nanny was sick. That’s fine, I get it. And the kid himself is also fine; chill and not a crazy brat, he mostly just sits in his dad’s office and colors. But then it’s lunchtime and my boss has to get on a conference…

Oh good. Was just thinking, isn’t the Boston Herald to the Boston Globe, what the Washington Times is the Washington Post? Thanks for confirming. Still, the fact that even they published this bullshit is really depressing.

I just love this whole story so, so much. Hahaha, I’m sure that whole “run up on the crackers in their City Hall” bit probably didn’t go over too well. And now I’m going to listen to Let’s Get Free.

HOLD UP. This is the absolute best thing I’ve read all day. It’s right up there with Paul Ryan’s Rage Against the Machine mishap. It also has “Oh just have the intern do it, what could possible go wrong?” written all over it. And that intern deserves a parade.

I'd like to commend Gothamist on some excellent shade this week, courtesy of this article about Michael Cera's serial subway sightings and recent subway-etiquette faux pas.

The store may be in Prospect Heights, but Park Slope gave birth to the movement.