So, I was listening to the Pretenders today as I got stuck in traffic on the 91, the 57, and the 10, and it occurred to me that Chrissy Hynde might very well be the coolest woman on earth. Who can touch Chrissy? She has the perfect combination of sultriness, grittiness, and detachment. You might adore her, you might not. It doesn't matter, because she couldn't care less. If the Fonz were a woman, he'd be Chrissy Hynde, only Chrissy is, in fact, cooler than the Fonz.

In other news, this talking baby thing has to stop. I realize the plot possibilities when you represent what babies actually do are limited, but good god. Talking babies, dancing babies: this is an alarming trend, folks, and we would all do well to stand at the ready before a Stephen Hawking baby sitcom gets the thumbs-up from some power-suited yahoo at CBS.