Words To Live By, Rachel Style...

No, not Rachel from Glee, as much as we love/love to hate her...though it was amusing to learn on last night's Gaga-themed episode (stellar) that Rachel's two dads were huge Friends fans, thus she was named after Rachel Green.

In a brief mid-week interlude leading up to next Friday's big T.I.D (brace yourselves...start playing this on your car stereo with the volume cranked WAAAY up to prepare), we'd like to offer a little wisdom from the one and only...Rachel Maddow:

Help Me, Aunt Fancy, You're My Only Hope

Hearing the words "bachelor president," one might conjure an image of a paunchy but dashing Michael Douglas romancing Annette Bening in The American President, Aaron Sorkin's imperfect but charming precursor of sorts to "The West Wing." And then you might get distracted and think: Bradley Whitford, what happened?!  

But the actions of Bartlet & Co., in all their snappy dialogued glory, are a topic for another T.I.D. (Don't fret, it will happen!) The perpetual bachelor president on the docket today is none other than lucky number 15, James Buchanan. Routinely voted one of the worst presidents this great nation has ever seen, dear old James has quite the cringe-worthy legacy.

What Would Jamie Fraser Do?

US!! HE WOULD DO US!!

We kid, we kid. One of the many reasons we love 18th-century Highlander James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser is because he's a man fiercely dedicated to one woman, and one woman alone: spunky 20th-century nurse-turned-doctor, Claire.

If what we've written so far has your head spinning (18th century Scotsman...20th century doctor...huh?) then it's likely that missing...elusive...something you've been feeling in your life is because you haven't read the time-traveling historical romance epic, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. We politely suggest you get on that, immediately. 900-pages later, you will be thanking us. But, if you insist upon the Cliffsnotes version, check out this or this (we absolve ourselves of all responsibility for the intensely cheestastic qualities of the latter.)

The Divine Art of Being Baldwin

Let's cut right to the chase. You know that's how the Baldwin brothers would play it. Even the mountebank Baldwin. Especially the hot Baldwin. 

Cailey: So, let's say that Daniel Baldwin's totally off the wagon.
Liz: Biggest. Bender. Ever. Like a wild weekend with Ke$ha and Liza Minnelli.

Cailey: Obviously we now have to insert this picture for no reason:

Liz: Except the reason that it's the best picture EVAR. And now back to our regularly scheduled programming...

The Unsung Cat Man

No, not that one. And definitely not this one (warning: NSF your mental health). Sing, instead, muse, of the love of man for cats. Some women are into guys who are in bands. Or who direct cool indie shorts (ie: unwatchable mumblecore) in their spare time. I am into guys with cats.

We all know about the unfairly maligned cat lady, and the Grey Gardens-esque images she often evokes. There's plenty I could say about this - for now I want to note that antidotes to this vicious smear campaign include Julian of Norwich, Beatrix Potter and, for more modern times, Katy Perry.

But today I want to honor the men who are manly enough to love a cat (or cats!). Without further ado, I present to you some of my all-time favorite cat men...