A month? It has been a month since last we lasciviously luxuriated on the loveliness that is ladies in tank tops? What was I thinking? Where...

So, Showtime didn't buy “The Farm.” Leisha Hailey prison drama spin-off won't be headed to a TV near you anytime soon. Which means ...

Fifteen years is a hell of a long time. It's almost half of my life and basically all of my adult life. And during that time, there has ...

Whenever the universe confounds me, I do what any sensible, adult, educated human being does. I watch a bunch of silly videos until I feel b...

Welcome back, Clementine. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Seriously, you're giving me whiplash, girl. So Clementine Ford ...

Every so often (i.e. all the time), I get the sneaking suspicion that I am an idiot. Last night was one of those times. Forgive me, televisi...

Have you all just gone and completely lost your minds? That's right, The Terminator is back. No, not Ah-nold. Or Kristiana. Or even Summ...

This ad is ridiculous. It is wrong. It has no place in a civilized society. That said, what I wouldn't fucking give to be that ketchup....

It's official. No. 4,751 on my never-ending list of things I'd like to do before I leave this mortal coil: drink cocktails with Rach...

Another day, another chance to see what is happening with my Fake Internet Girlfriend Sarah Haskins. What? The judge said my hidden camera s...

So what are we to make of the “look who came out/look who went in”-case of Clementine Ford? The all caps headline on last month's Diva m...

I want “ Sunshine Cleaning ” to be good so badly that it makes my teeth hurt. I mean, it's a movie about two women, directed by a woman ...

While there are some who will only ever know Portia De Rossi as Ellen DeGeneres' wife, to reduce her to that would be to reduce what mor...

Today, I feel like a little song. Words just fail me sometimes. And that's where music comes in. Nothing invigorates or inspires me more...

When it comes to questions of life and death, as a rule, I always choose life. So, when it comes to questions of reporting on life and death...

Since when is the simple act of a married couple talking to each other a revolutionary act? When it's Ellen and Portia and it's play...

Mondays can, quite frankly, suck it. The only way to approach them, therefore, is with a hearty dose of disdain and a sublime sense of silly...