Just FYI, for all of you funding Melissa Joan Hart’s new movie on Kickstarter (that’s all of you, I realize): Giving $100+ ONLY gets you two main cast members following you on Twitter for a year. You have to give at least THREE HUNDRED of your American dollars for MJH herself to follow you for a full calendar year. Now get out there and give!

I haven’t heard it yet but I assume it’s a cover version.

To Be Loved by Michael Buble

To be loved by Michael Buble is to wear a mock turtleneck at Macaroni Grill on your anniversary. To be loved by Michael Buble is to be treated well, but not exceptionally so. He will buy flowers on the expected occasions, but they were just up at the counter at Whole Foods.

To be loved by Michael Buble is to expect missionary, and only missionary, and to get that lovin’ on perfectly reasonable intervals. The mouth is for kissing only, like The Lord designed it.

To be loved by Michael Buble is to open a closet door and be showered in fedoras.

True he’s not reinventing any wheels, he doesn’t send you over the moon, but he feels safe; familiar. This is no great storybook romance, but damn it’s just nice to have someone to watch NCIS with.

UGH THESE ADS ARE EVERYWHERE.

Kraft will just not rest until they’re absolutely sure I want to bang their salad dressing.

The “Cher In Paris” blurb in the WWD Fall Collections special is really something else. She’s a living, breathing “victory lap.” Xoxo

Not a ton of reasons to smile today, but damn it this was one for me.

Worst listicle ever

This terlit stall is so pleased with itself. (at Beauty Bar)

Oh good, my ride to work is here.