The thing about Kanye is that people hate him for being himself, and not pretending to be a quiet, polite celebrit who does what’s expected of them. He happens to be the kind of person who needs to be overly confident and believe in his work, and the people around him, and he comes off like an asshole. He wants…
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Fuck SeaWorld.
Good. Instead of talking about qualifications, we’re talking about his body and eating habits.
It’s what I do. Patiently sit atop my random pile of gifs hoping to one day use them in perfect context. THIS IS MY LIFE, THESE ARE MY CHOICES.
My standard response whenever I hear anyone decrying affirmative action or talking about quotas or any of that other nonsense is to say, “Okay, let’s start with legacies.”
My mom had an abortion about 5 years before I was born. I didn’t “dodge” being aborted. She was financially insecure and with an unstable man. Had she not had an abortion, I’m sure I would not exist. A few years later, she met my dad, got married and had my sister and me. I seriously doubt it would have worked out…
What are you even talking about? My mother had an abortion before I was born, without which I wouldn’t exist. Can you do me a favor and stop postulating about how people like me should feel about things?
Good point. I am in a committed relationship, we own a home, and we are doing “okay” financially.
According to TMZ, he’s considering legal action against the security guards.
Fuck you, Harry. But, love Rich Sommer. He spent most of last night on Twitter retweeting the best Harry Crane insults, like this one:
Shade Court is rapidly approaching Behind Closed Ovens as my favorite regular feature. That’s, like, the highest praise. Thank you for teaching this white girl how to do it properly.
Hi. My name is Guacamole S. Council. Thank you for saying the world needs me.
Land’s End is to my late 30s what Old Navy was to my early 20s, and I’m OK with that.
Oh, sister! I love dresses, but the fetishized cherry-print victory-roll pinup girl is just not for me...and I feel like it has become a shorthand for “acceptable fatness”.
I’m fat and I’m so sick of the expectation that I dress like a twee rockabilly. I fucking hate dresses some days!
Are we sure it isn’t something like this: