I agree mostly, but I don’t think there was anything “spur of the moment” about that answer.
I agree mostly, but I don’t think there was anything “spur of the moment” about that answer.
You think that wasn’t planned in fine detail by committee? She wouldn’t have brought it up if she hadn’t tested several answers and chosen a strategy for responding first.
An entirely fair, and necessary, question.
I like Martin Sheen a lot, but he certainly had drug and alcohol issues in his youth- hence the heart attack at 35 during Apocalypse Now. He got his life together after that. Emilio was allegedly not a great dad as a young man and his parents were supporting his kids (the mom and kids lived with them). I think at one…
I hope everyone remembers this next time people talk about how “brave” Charlie sheen is. He lied to his sexual partners about his hiv status, and is a rage-filled ableist asshole.
Not to mention that the box of tampons clearly states that it’s “flushable.”
For many years, I thought they were safe to flush. Why?
When I was living in an off-campus apartment in college, I had a backup and maintenance came and took care of it, and I vividly remember when I asked the maintenance guy what happened, he looked at me dramatically in the eye and said, “you KNOW you were flushing things you shouldn’t flush.” I had no idea what he was…
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE FLUSHING PADS?
Overnight pads? That’s like flushing a diaper down the drain.
They have middle eastern names? Bet the republicans will have something to say now.
The “new” Browns? Fuck you.
The thing that I find funny about myself is that I really like Cleveland LeBron, but not Miami LeBron. I still find myself reacting negatively to the Miami Heat, for some reason.
Love Sinead forever but when someone has that many children who won’t speak to them... it tells me that she has put them through an awful lot. I hope she gets the help she needs but this is certainly not their fault.
Oh that makes sense. I was going to say if he has all the time in the world to stalk her couldn’t he like listen to “learn whatever language” tapes while he was doing it?
Because then he’d be dealing with a woman who might share thoughts. Less hot. By a lot.
They don’t share a common language. She’s the maid. He’s a writer. She leaves because reasons, so he stalks her all the way to her village, where family smilingly hands her over to, again, this person they can’t talk to.
Being fair, it was awfully successful at selling, to a global shitload of otherwise intelligent humans, an absolute pantheon of creeps and stalkers as romantic figures. It’s insane. Even the little child is unhinged and encouraged in seriously messy behavior that will someday get him thrown out of college.