She is a dutchess, not a princess.
I’m having a hard time processing that the use of clothes in one’s wardrobe would be referred to as “recycling clothes.”
I know that maybe this is different because I am not Kate Middleton (or am I?), but I literally wear the same 4 things in rotation pretty much. I don’t know who they are trying to shame with outfit repeating, but I can’t imagine living a life where you only wear a piece of clothing once.
Why does Kate Middleton get such shit for recycling clothes, why is it really so horrible that she would wear a piece of clothing multiple times?
There is nothing not to hate about the phrase “recycling clothes.”
Omg that E! article about Kate Middleton, talk about manufactured drama. In what universe is it a negative thing for a person, famous or no, to have a favorite outfit or two? Also I loved how they tried to imply that she’s wearing the same outfits to rub everyone’s nose in the fact that she still fits in her…
Today on Blind Gossip, the story of a male singer who—though on a public road to redemption—allegedly acted like a total nightmare while visiting a bar with his bodyguards and entourage. Who could it be?
Justin Bieber is the worst.
I started dating my wife in 1994 when she was 21. I like to point out as much as possible that this November she will have spent OVER HALF OF HER LIFE with me. Sometimes it’s romantic and sometimes she tells me to shut the fuck up.
My wife’s alter ego drives. I don’t know who that woman is behind the wheel, her school marm by day and cussing sailor while driving is an amazing transformation witnessed by all that know her. It is a thing of beauty. One of our kids dropped the fbomb at school one day, teacher asked where he’d heard that, re replied…
Lou Reed should lose some points because he’s 73 years old and dead. Real hatred keeps a person alive and spiteful.
I guess you violated rule number one. You were not “always prepared.”
While I don’t mind letting my wife drive once and a while, as she’s actually pretty decent driver, I have to stifle screaming at her whenever it comes time to park. She’s one of those people who will straighten the Goddamn car 16 times, to make sure it’s “even”. After about try number 3, my 11 year old daughter and I…
I once laughed at a fat man with skinny legs at Kohl’s, only to realize I was looking at my reflected bottom half. I fat-shamed my reflection.
When my wife is driving and I’m in the passenger seat, I just about thrust my right foot right through the floor stepping on an imaginary brake pedal.
Yeah, and I never understood other guys complaining about blue balls. If it’s getting that bad, isn’t that what your hand is for?
There can be a fine line between being challenging and just being an asshole. This veered into the latter territory (and I don’t even mean the boner poke, which was just insecure and weird).