MaryJanice
MaryJanice
MaryJanice

I agree but what's also sad is that I'm *really* impressed with their handling of an admitted screw-up: instant, contrite apologies x 100. No sorry-not-sorry, no getting defensive (Gawd, people, I was trying to make a JOKE #notalljackasses), no justifications. Just immediate efforts to make amends. This is so unusual

Of course he will. Those were not the reactions of a rational man in the elevator, nor in the press conference where he interpreted felony assault as a setback he could totes come back from because #notallwifebeaters. Excpect to see Mrs. Rice sporting sunglasses on cloudy days for a while.

Good good GOOD for you! You deserve a full night's sweet dreamless sweet every single night. Best wishes!

So famous. So constipated!

I thought I "got" what she was doing, but your explanation was terrific and really put it out there. As I read your comments I started picturing what you were writing about: the awkward elevator rides, the crowded stairwells, the questions she would be asked, and would answer, again and again…she's making people think

"Write what you know." Sherwin Cody, 1895

This is why I love Jezebel…it's not all Dammit More Rape headlines (which are important, and need to be shared with the world). There are also piglets and awesome cops.

I tend to avoid scents with the word "gag" in them. But that's just me.

It's fair to say going under the knife made her career. Pre-nosejob (for that old standby, "deviated septum", which is up there with "that wasn't me Tweeting that stuff, my Twitter account was hacked!" and "I didn't mind losing, it was an honor just to be nominated" as things everyone says that no one believes) her

You made a good point about how it's impossible for us to know the backstories of strangers on the street, but with respect you didn't take it far enough. "except that she likes to wear a hijab" is incorrect. All we know is "she wears a hijab".

Now I'm mad at YOU!

The best part was, in that 4 to 6 weeks I'd always forget: did my parents let me order a book this time or not? And then it was like Christmas, when the teacher dropped the book on my desk. Of course, 4-6 weeks after my folks *didn't* let me get a book was like December 24, when it seemed like books n' stuff would

I write romance novels, so this is just the best thing ever. SO MANY of these are going to end up on my FB page. Thanks again!

Where. Where did you get this? I must have it! Are there more? ARE THERE MORE?

I would buy ripped bodice blush and wear it every day UNTIL I DIE. Brilliant.

They are so dumb, they are blissfully unaware of their extreme dumbness. That's why.

This! She is a mastermind, because this is the most passive/aggressive murder-in-progress I've ever heard of. When the poor kid eventually succumbs, we will all assume it was because she's a dim bulb, and she'll skate. She's like Lex Luthor with breast implants. And hair.

And they are always, ALWAYS genuinely bewildered. They always give off this "how could you do this to me? I TRUSTED YOU" vibe. They're honestly puzzled. They've got no idea why brownie sundaes were vile when they substitued mud for chocolate, and vinegar for vanilla. www.epicurious.com is chock-full of these dim

How is he not aging? He's looked the same for decades. Irreverence keeps you young!