You’re doing exactly what you’re bitching about. She’s a meteorologist with a master’s degree.
You’re doing exactly what you’re bitching about. She’s a meteorologist with a master’s degree.
Black beaded sequins are a little “walk of triumph*” for a Sunday morning, but no one impressionable enough to be “scandalized” by that is old enough to even know what a walk of triumph is.
Yes and you are a prude.
I was thinking the same thing. Minus the ‘darker than her usual makeup” that look is pure 1971 hip.
That’s great, but I also want a spin off with Eli Gold. I love Eli! He and his daughter can start a detective agency!
Nicole’s actually pretty adorable.
I’m NOT glad I was a teenager then because my body likes to store fat in my belly. Even as a 110 lb teen with a stomach I would kill for now, I’ve always been insecure about my stomach, and I think it’s partially from coming of age in the time of baby tees and crop tops.
This is a sentence I could very easily imagine Donald Trump saying completely seriously. Not great company to be in.
Madonna please stop.
It’s actually a bad idea. A better one is to grit your teeth and archive the emails so they can be used as evidence in court later. She’s rich so she can probably assign her security team to monitor the emails and see if anything escalates.
“I didn’t ask her to either”
Everything by Tom Wolfe is an example of what you say. John Updike, too.
Ooookay.
Mhm.
Correct on all counts! I cannot believe the thick-skull responses here from the dudebro coalition.
Truly.
Pro tip; Make sure your insurance covers it, or you’ll leave them with even more problems.
Story idea: Normcore vulnerable man with dad-bod visits pop up denim boutique. Buys pant. Feels of imposter syndrome and anxiety when wearing pant to speakeasy-style whiskey bar. Drinks full flight of Manhattan bitters sampler. Cries self to (polyphasic)sleep. Sleep tracker reports only 52 minutes of REM. Barely able…