I'm surprised that the Mantrest version of pinning isn't peeing on things that they find interesting. I'm disappointed.
I'm surprised that the Mantrest version of pinning isn't peeing on things that they find interesting. I'm disappointed.
I shall name him Doingels and he shall be mine!
I'm convinced that TV is just slowly giving up on itself. First, Community goes down the crapper, then Up All Night gets chopped and screwed and now this! WTF, networks? All I'm left with is Survival of the Biggest Gypsy Housewife in Love with a Kardashian's Honey Boo Boo Child—or something like that. Is this the…
Bloomberg is somewhere thinking: "I think I just found something new to ban! Huhzah!"
I love Idris, and for that reason I want to tell him, "Stop making music and just be our next James Bond, already!" That is all.
I might consider a revision...
Must be Ryan Gosling. Must not spit. Must really be Ryan Gosling. Done.
then I shall send my cousin into space w/ baby wipes and birth control.
My cousin: "If my boyfriend ever cheats on me, I will personally foot the bill for him to go on this trip with his dirty mistress!" Seems fair.
I'm convinced that established actresses starve more than aspiring actresses.
I'd love to see more racial diversity in rom-coms, but no more Jennifer Lopez, please! Same goes for Eva Mendes, as I didn't really care for her in Hitch. Blech! Maybe Aubrey Plaza!
Eff yeah! Que viva las Awkward Girls! I want to have this show's babies!
Or you could just use this hand-dandy video for shits and giggles! Might be more fun than a having total strangers decide the nuances of another stranger's texts. Plus, men are pretty straight forward. When he texts, "Gotta go take a dump", he's probably not blowing you off, he's blowing up the bathroom with his…
I worked at the GAP my senior year, which required that I take an hour-long bus ride to Yonkers to get to the Cross County mall. One night I got on the wrong Bee Line bus and ended up in White Plains. On my mother's birthday. After midnight. This was pre-cellphones (Oh, god, I'm old) and no one knew where I was. I got…
I see your point. I can't speak for Christina, but I don't think that she intended to hate on full-figured women. I think she might have been annoyed with her body being labeled, period. I, personally, get annoyed when women's bodies are labeled and categorized. Why do we need to verbally differentiate between…
Preach! It makes me feel like I'm the crazy one! I'd be damned if a guy cops a free feel! Keep yelling at them, and stay vocal. It is never OK.
OMG, can we make that happen? That would rock my socks!
Why do women, in general, need to be pelted with questions about their bodies, at all? Why is it that whenever STAR magazine devotes an issue to body-shaming celebs, there are 8 pages of women and half a page of men, mostly taken up by Jack Nicholson and Gerard Depardieu? Stop it! Just. Stop. It! If this is going to…
A high school friend of mine encountered an assclown like this on her first day of the 9th grade! She was in a double seater, in a semi-empty car and the guy sat across from her, engaged in eye contact and then commenced with the flappage. She was mortified and disturbed, to say the least. I just don't get it. Do men…
And this, ladies, is why I never leave home without a prosthetic penis! No one could say, "Oh, but this job/seat/urinal is for a penis-haver" because I'd just pull it out of my purse and ask, "Ok, which size would you prefer? I keep it in my purse because in my observations, those who have them genetically attached to…