My parents love me. They will love me no matter what. They would come visit me in jail. They would not defend me raping somebody.

In 2000 I left my husband. I was raised to believe violence against me was fine. He was so handsome, so skilled and intelligent, no one believed me when I explained the bruises or knocked-out tooth. I was willing to live with it all and more just to keep up the illusion of being chosen for marriage. Except my Doctor.…

Is it just me, or does Woody Allen make the same movie over and over for the most part? So many of them blur together and most of them are annoyingly self-aggrandizing. I don’t quite understand the culture of adulation around this man.

My mother has worked in the film industry a long time. And, I sent her a link to the Kristen Stewart piece from Jez last night. And, this was her response:

LOOK AT THOSE EYELASHES THOUGH

I’m getting the Campbell Soup kid.

Quick PSA: If you don’t “get” this video, it’s because Beyonce didn’t make it for you. There’s nothing that says black culture needs to be distilled and broken down for the masses. Some things are just for us.

I think this is much more powerful.

that little boy in a hoodie in front of the police, and the cutting to the “stop shooting us”... damn, that did me in.

Dang that man is handsome!

YES to that lip color with white.

It’s gorgeous, and beautifully fitted. Then there’s the bonus of having something to do with her hand should she feel the need!

Xanax flavored anything works for me.

I knew she was short, but wow. And she looks so out of place- he and his daughter have colour and sunshine, which she somehow doesn't. It's like she was shopped in.

Same can be said for going to pick up your birth control, seeing a movie, or going to school. This “defense of beliefs and freedoms” is making day to day life practicing social values we hold dear to us, dangerous.

Yes this man is A TERRORIST and I hope he is prosecuted to the full extent of the law as such.

Those towels are perfectly hung.

Because you can't dress idiocy.

My father is really bad with cats; once I placed an especially sweet, kissable kitten on his lap at a family party, and his hands curled up to his chest and he whispered "Please take it off of me, I don't know what it wants."