At the risk of further inciting the pitchfork-toting mob

Oh, look, the Oscars are on.

I'm being very petty and snarky at the dresses in the rec room. You would think that being stupidly rich, these people could afford taste. Or can pay people that have taste to tell them what to wear. Like, Penelope, did you skin a muppet for that dress? Also, a lot these starlets need a cheeseburger. Stat.

Join me if you wish.