I WANT THE PHRASE.

‘Hold my nunchucks’ to become a thing. That was seriously my takeaway from the Emmys. That and ‘Mandy Patinkin. Holla.’

In other events, sometimes Columbus Avenue becomes a Street Fair. And a live band plays classics from the 80s and 90s, such as that song from The Breakfast Club credits, loudly enough to sound as if it is on the fire escape outside my window.

Also, I can’t believe the feminist Ryan Gosling blog got a lucrative book deal.