Molly Burford

I hope I learned to live well without the apologies I craved but never received. And that things weren’t as personal as they may have felt, even when those seemingly personal things stung.

Fleabag did a lot for society. For starters, Phoebe Waller-Bridge convinced us all to buy a Jumpsuit™️and there was a devastatingly hot priest. More than that, Fleabag taught us to make room for our messy, ugly, and imperfect humanity.

“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

Opening the door to your warm apartment after walking in late January air. Running into a hug from your friend at the airport. Package delivery (you know it’s true). The exhale of resolution.

It goes a little something like this: You’ve been seeing someone for a while. You’ve gone on a number of dates and text regularly.

Coffee-stained teeth. Baggy eyes. Skinned seven-year-old knees. Sore muscles. A heavy heart. Stretch marks. Little ravines at the outer corners of your eyes. Laugh lines. A red wine splotch on the brand-new couch. Smeared lipstick. Stumbling into love.

Inspired by some of the wonderful people in my life (and those I still hope to meet)

And if a hater’s gon’ hate, hate, hate, hate, hate then the show is gonna keep on play, play, playing. (Sorry.) 

Emily V. Gordon and her husband Kumail Nanjiani wrote the screenplay for “The Big Sick.” Co-produced by Judd Apatow, the screenplay is loosely based on Gordan and Nanjiani’s real life love story.

Despite the box office success of It Ends With Us, the last couple of weeks have not exactly been the best for Blake Lively’s reputation.