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I totally agree, but with one exception: Patti Smith. Her insta is amazing... partially because she’s Patti Smith and she’s magic, but partially because she takes some unintentionally crappy photos and selfies the way my mother (same generation) does, and it makes her seem human and totally accessible and mom-like...

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I dunno about that... I found the death scene in All That Jazz to be pretty horrifying as a child...

That ad always cracked me up because he kinda looks like he actually just just caught a whiff of himself... though in my mind, it was patchouli, American Spirits, and ripe armpit.

You’re not alone. I totally thought it was just something Foghorn Leghorn said in cartoons, and when it came up recently I was like “Wait-- what’s wrong with cott....*ohhhhhhh.*”  Yikes.

Yes, but afterward did you feel a pressing need to go tell millions of people about the incident? Presumably not, because you’re a normal person.

Seriously! If I want to know what the best moisturizer is, or where I should go on my next vacation, I’ll ask my friends to weigh in. I’m not going to make a decision based on what some instaclown posting “spon-con” has to say. 

I will never forgive the filmmakers from not including the line “Don’t call me a coward!” which Snape shouts at Harry in anguish and fury when he and Harry are facing off at the end of Half-Blood Prince. That single line says SO MUCH about Snape and his character and the horrible situation he is in and they just let

Yikes! That’s who I meant...man, forget one little roman numeral and my point just goes all to shit...

And wasn’t Edward III kind of a Nazi sympathizer?

Gotta say, it totally was. Some of the random stragglers we picked up left us “gifts” like a pack of smokes and a lighter, $5, and some condoms... they were goofy teenagers. They were like “Sorry—If we knew we were going to crash a wedding, we would have dressed nicer!” It was pretty perfect. They even ended up in

*blushes* Thanks!

We still have it hanging in our living room! The day was pure magic.

I got married at Coney Island. We had a parade down the boardwalk (picking up a few random strangers along the way) and we exchanged our vows under the Wonder Wheel. Deno’s asked for a nominal fee, which covered closing the Wheel to the public briefly for the ceremony and tickets for all of our guests to ride the

Yep. Hercules went straight-up batshit right winger who blames the biased media and the Jews in Hollywood for his inability to have a career rather than the fact that he was a bland, not particularly good-looking over-the-hill D-lister from day one.

I’m going to take this opportunity to plug the *EXCELLENT* podcast, Crimetown. It is an absolutely fascinating expose on the rampant, and occasionally completely inept, political corruption in Providence. After listening to the entire series, which is by turns hilarious and horrifying, I am absolutely NOT shocked that

I’ve never heard it framed quite that way, but damn... it’s as simple as that, and that is just so damn distressing.

All but one of mine were done by the same woman. Like you, the first one was just happenstance (I liked her work, but didn’t pick her specifically because she was a woman), but I really bonded with her and have literally flown across the country to have her do some touchups on a piece she did 25 years ago. My 2nd was

Exactly. I worked for a now-defunct new media company in the late 90s-early 00s, and it was definitely dudebro anarchy— and yes, some of the shenanigans (blow-up dolls hanging from the ceiling?) were both unnecessary and obnoxious— as was the content we produced— but it was actually a decent group of guys. Purile and

What a goofy response to this minnie-drama!

My husband and I spent 2+ years on opposite coasts due to work stuff, sometimes not even texting each other for days due to schedule and time zone differences, and only seeing each other in person for a week or so every 2-3 months. We had a great marriage before, but the separation really made us closer for exactly