they say "when are you going to stop appreciating Margo Martindale?"
Never. I can't live the button-down life like you! I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles. Sure, I might offend a few of the bluenoses with my cocky stride and musky odors - oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called "City Fathers" who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about "What's to be done with all this appreciation of Margo Martindale?"