Why, yes, I am a smug bastard…
The high point of my time-wasting Monday night:
Cynthia Nixon and John Benjamin Hickey, reunited on a different show and network, yet again sexing heterosexually in Laura Linney’s laundry room.
Or as Jacob Clifton so delicately put it: “And then there's Sean and Rebecca fucking in the basement with the kind of sizzling chemistry only two theatre-trained homosexuals can create.”
Someone call Ramin Setoodeh and tell him to suck it.