She reminds me of people who use the phrase “olden times” to describe everything from Ancient Greece to the 1990s.
She reminds me of people who use the phrase “olden times” to describe everything from Ancient Greece to the 1990s.
Man, how do all these people in the comments not know about Gucci Mane?!
I asked her associate Ashley McGowan why she thinks flower crowns have become so huge. “It’s that Farrah Fawcett thing, like, a blonde beach bombshell walking through a meadow at Woodstock,” she replied enthusiastically. “It’s just about being whimsical, being trendy, being one with the earth. It’s like a throwback to…
Nah. I get the point she’s trying to get across. A weed brain and an ice cream cone (what the actual fuck??) isn’t tacky according to Dan, but he gets to decide her daughter’s name on her neck is. Right. Got it.
I have nothing but questions. So many questions...
Total shade. On a “down day” she dresses like Khloe? Guuurl....
Wasn’t she throwing some shade at Khloe with the dress down comment? It seems like shade.
If a Vegan does crossfit, what do they rush to tell you about first?
Everything does that. People live where it’s hotter than your “100 degrees”.
On the opposite side of the spectrum, I expect amazing celebrations for my birthday. But I orchestrate them myself because I’m a grown-ass adult. “No cards or gifts please: just come to my home and imbibe all this lovely alcohol I’ve purchased for all of us as we dance and karaoke and game.”
I’m actually so happy she gave a specific number for how much she weights. I know the number isn’t supposed to matter, and two people who weigh the same thing can look very different, but I feel like I’m constantly hearing about women who weigh 135 and want to lose 5 or 10 more lbs and it makes me sick. I just saw Amy…
Penguins in jumpers say: “get on our level”
But there’s an out lesbian and a transgender woman right in front, soooo...
When my dad got sick and after he died, I really finally understood this. I was never the type to offer stupid platitudes, but my experience really reinforced the idea. The worst things you can say to someone grieving is shit like, “God never gives us more than we can handle.” Or “everything happens for a reason.”…
Maybe it’s different in small towns, but here in SF— and, I’ve noticed, in California in greater particular— people’s responses to hearing a Very Very Loud Emergency Siren is to do nothing different. It’s all “But *I* need to get through that intersection or traffic light or around that corner, right now! Me me me!”…
This is so so beautifully written and expressed. The option B part had me crying. Good for her for being so strong and for being so open. It can only help.
This is exactly what I needed. Our relationship was wonderful until we got engaged. I’ve never been one to dream about my wedding, so all of this is very new territory to me and I’ve had to do a ton of research basically on my own. Also I’m the one who has been juggling our opinionated parents, while my fiance just…