This is pure bullshit and you well know it.
This is pure bullshit and you well know it.
Cord? You dickheaded cord!
Wrong pejorative, Triple T my dude. For me you probably want the one that can also mean a bundle of sticks.
False consciousness is a hell of a drug.
That’s what sexually aggressive men needed: Women defending them.
48 and single, with no plans on that changing, and actually, thank god. I love my life and everything I’ve built and accomplished and have seen, by myself and for myself. Pity parties because you went to a movie by yourself are just sad. And not because you had to go to a movie by yourself, but because you couldn’t…
What it ultimately boils down to is: there are many more exceptional women out there than there are exceptional men. Ninety percent of the older single (unpartnered) women I know are intelligent, attractive and have many loving relationships with family and friends. I really cannot say the same about the older…
‘Previously owned and DEfurbished?’
This is all I could think through the entire article: Warhol would have found this to be an incredible piece of performance art, and likely resold the damaged pieces at twice the price.
Would have started a revolutionary new “previously owned and refurbished” art movement with anybody’s art as well
Write that screenplay. NOW.
Yeah, my feelings reading this story went from highly amused to saddened to a sort of dull, predictable sense of karmic justice, but I 10/10 would watch a sanitized version of this story in film form. “manic pixie dream girl hides and wreaks havoc in house-porn mansion, forcing straightlaced Type A dude to confront…
Mint.
Came here to say this. An intoxicated woman headlining the morning news for destroying Warhol art owned by a wealthy republican? He’d giggle for months.
Especially if he had been there to film it, with Edie destroying all the art.
He would’ve started sending her to interviews in his stead, unannounced and without explanation
DING - WINNER WINNER - CHICKEN DINNER!!
You are 100% correct. Congrats to Lindy Lou Layman on your 15 minutes of fame, may you find your lost screenplay somewhere in the factory.
Yep. Probably would’ve framed the damaged works as new pieces.