I probably wouldn’t talk to Caitlyn either if I was Khloé.
Anselm
Anselm
This kind of assumption also speaks to a media representation issue. Normally, the discussion is about who’s working behind the scenes, but this is also about whose stories are told. At a glance, it seems that if a black person is featured on tv, the story is one of two things: if it’s negative, it’s about depraved…
Caity Weaver for president of the universe, forever and ever!
Having been in Palm Springs this weekend I am amused by Vanessa’s first leather-clad evening. Girl, wearing full leather in the heat takes a great deal of commitment. It was around 80-95 degrees during the day and maybe got down to 60 by midnight. And I am not loving the Rhianna outfit. Great glasses, everything…
Also, let us take a moment to appreciate whatever is happening here:
US Constitution, article 1, section 9: “The privilege of the Writ of Habeas Corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in Cases of Rebellion or Invasion the public Safety may require it.”
I’ve been questioning whether I’m dead or not since Inauguration Day. If I were dead, then my multiple sclerosis would be healed. So, no.
Alternative Life.
Oh well, living’s been nice but i guess it’s time to try the opposite now.
YOU LEAVE MY HUCK ALONE!
In just need someone to kill Olivia Pope’s Dad. He clearly deserves it, but his obnoxiously wordy/dramatic monologues really bother me and I need them to end.
Right? There HAD to be a better option than forcing people off the plane. Like puchase tickets for your crew on a different airline. That would have to be cheaper than $800 per “re-accommodated” passengers. Like once your up to 800 bucks maybe all of the people on the plane really have to get home. My ass would be…
The comments over on Gizmodo are depressing AF. To paraphrase, the elderly doctor deserved it, should not have raised his voice, should have just used his “cell phone to re-book patients from his hotel room,” and that this whole incident has been entirely blown out of proportion.
Like seriously. Who the fuck takes a PR disaster for your company and decides “Hey lets just come out talking like an abusive husband and blame the victim for needing to be beat up. That’ll make everything better!”
I’m on several job posting lists. No joke, this morning I got a job opening ad for a public relations specialist for United. I can only hope it’s because United’s entire department threw their hands up and quit yesterday.
Literal rats will come poring out from underneath her royal skirt and whisper into the ear of every British citizen that the Queen is dead, and the first person to grab the crown and sit on the Throne of Power is the new queen.
Of course, nothing gay about two Army officers vacationing at Fire Island and lunching at a seaside bistro, admiring eachother’s handwriting.
The only thing that matters to me as the reason why I won’t be watching this shit show is that everyone of these guys is a social media attention-whore, and they’ve all been thirsty as hell for awhile now, but only LOGO is stupid enough to give them a drink.