My menstrual calendar app, blind with confidence re: the subtlety of referring to itself as an “M. Calendar,” has decided to talk to me about the fact that I’m ovulating via push notification like no one’s gonna be able to crack the code.
Lost in New York? The streets are numbered! How’d you get lost in New York? I know it’s kind of stupid to complain about a movie that came out 17 years ago, but I wasn’t a comedian back then, so I have to do it now. I wish I’d been. I wish I’d been a Def Jam comic when that movie came out. I would have torn it to pieces.