Arthag
Arthag
Arthag

No, never heard of it, thank you!

I can’t listen to post-stroke Bette without hearing Mario Cantone’s spot-on impersonation of her. Mind you, she was no day at the beach either. The biggest difference between her and Dunaway (and I guess Joan Crawford) is that as awful as she could be, she had a pretty solid group of friends who adored her. Allegedly.

Rock’s tweet oozes envy.

I’m not medical personnel, but I would think steam on the membranes up there is an even worse idea. 

Admittedly I have not looked at Goop and have no desire to but as for the steaming cooch thing, we are talking about the exterior, right? That would be the vulva, not the vagina. Why do we do that? Is it because vulva doesn’t sound cute?

Yesterday on George Takei I saw a few comments praising her and looking forward to her becoming president in the future. While it’s possible they’re just trolling, I’d put down good money these are the same people whose main objection to another Clinton or Bush is that America doesn’t need any more “family dynasties”.

While I have no interest in Royal people, I am mildly fascinated by the fact that Harry and Megan have the same nose. Has anyone else noticed that? No? Okay.

Correct, he should have at the very least been visited, questioned.

I don’t like pointing out that Obama wasn’t president yet nor Hillary Secretary of State in 2007, at least not sworn in because I really despise Nugent.

I suspect he’s also on the shorter side? So Short Man Syndrome can be added to his daddy issues, his not-good-enough issues and god knows what others. Btw, a man doesn’t have to be actually short to suffer from SMS, just a bad self image they over compensate for.

I guess I’ve made the transition from Arthag to Oldhag, because Jennifer’s vocal fry was almost too much for me. I had a bad time hearing what she was saying rather than how she was saying it. Of course my whale-song imitation of her while she was speaking might have had something to do with that. Anyway her results

I guess she’s one of those people who feel that bad attention is better than no attention.

I’m oddly ok with that label. Fake banana is the only fake fruit flavor I like, other than the occasional watermelon Jolly Rancher. And yes, it’s probably my area, which happens to be south Florida, which by now everyone knows is a whirling eddy of weird, a bubbling cauldron of fractured fuckedupness with nice beaches.

I’m surrounded by Publix, the one the husband works at, the one he used to work at, another across the street, another a mile away, etc. No nanna pops.  But I continue to look. It’s like a quest now.

And yet their banana pops are still M.I.A. Which irks the shit out of me because they have zero dairy in them. Asked Mr. Arthag, who works in a supermarket to ask the Blue Bell rep what the fuck. The rep had already asked and got no answer.😡

It might be, a few years after I graduated, I walked the halls of my old high school (don’t remember why I was there) and passed by the teachers lounge. Same old thick ashtray funk, and this was ‘82ish. It was so stinky that the girl’s bathroom next door used to be the place to sneak one because one could not

Huh. I also visited London in 2002 (also a Scorpio, spent my birthday there) and I smoked. I was mildly surprised, but not particularly perturbed, at how many places smoking was not allowed, even in several pubs, since I was under the false impression at the time that London was still smoke friendly. But, being used

Hi, female here. Although I have no doubt that’s your experience, I’ve never ever experienced that. It might be because I spent 10 years working in record stores, or it might be because I’m old and it’s a generational thing.

Absolutely right.

Cooper has been crystal clear about being fully aware of his extreme good luck in all aspects of the birth lottery. However, family wealth did not keep his dad from dying young, it didn’t keep his brother from committing suicide in front of his mother. Extreme wealth doesn’t shield anyone from illness or depression,