In all honesty...I just throw some frozen strawberries/mangoes in my wine and call it a day (though NEVER in my reds, heavens to Betsy!). Sometimes my bestie and I will soak the frozen fruit in some vodka for a hot minute, then add the wine, then get belligerent and shouty while watching House Hunters International.

I use frozen strawberries and/or frozen mangoes to keep my whites/rosés cold in the summer when I’m draaaaanking outside - classy, AND delicious! Bonus points if you soak the frozen fruit in vodka for a few.

Lea Michele and Cory Monteith (RIP poor dude) come to mind...

I’d go with BAH myself (bitch-ass hoe), but that’s personal preference :)

Oh god! That was definitely not supposed to go to you - it was directed at “GoT is soo0o0o0o lame and not good fantasy” dude up at the top of the thread. Damn you, Kinja!

That is one spicy hot take you got there, buddy! Thanks for contributing :)

It is known.

Wow, I’d better go get the fry basket for all the salt that Kelly’s leaving around.

You’re right - it was more often than not applied to women, because wasting away is a passive way to die and therefore more “inherently feminine,” whereas the “manly” way to die is violently (like in a war). But, Keats gets a pass since he’s artsy-fartsy and is allowed to be more passive, as he’s filled with so many…

I definitely agree - there’s reason it became a trope, since it was used so often in literature. It gives the male interest a tragic backstory in which he could only stand by, suffering, and then after she dies be able to remain single (but with no actual baggage!). No wonder the Victorians ate that up.

We talked about this quite a bit in my British Victorian Lit class back in the day, since it was such a common trope: it was the most romantic of all ways to kill a love interest, because it was so inherently feminine. There’s no violence involved, no impact from another person - just a beautiful woman, made…

To be fair, it was a very of-the-times subplot (in terms of when the film was set); nothing was more grandly romantic than a love interest heroically, and beautifully, wasting away to nothing before one’s very eyes.

The Vera Bradley Vera tote. You can “whatever” all you want about Vera Bradley and its implied basic-ness, but bahgawd is that the best work tote that I’ve ever owned. The amount of crap that I can cram into it between the main compartment, six inside pockets, and two outside pockets is preposterous. It’s also easy to…

Re: Nicole Ritchie’s “homeless chic” (ugh I feel gross just typing that)...

Ahhhhhhhctually...you can easily transfer harp skills to piano, as the harp is essentially a grand piano on its side, without the keys.

For what’s worth, I read tongue-fencing in the sand to the tune of “Tiny Dancer”: “Ballerina, you must have seen her, tongue-fencing in the sand...”

Now if only the rest of him would catch up!

You’ll be glad to hear that Woody Allen sleeps great. “Like a dead person,” he told the Hollywood Reporter, in a recent interview out today.

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I’ve made the discovery that I’m unable to read DJ Khaled’s name in a normal voice; it always sounds like how it does when he announces himself in songs. And then usually “All I Do is Win” starts up in my head and then... ???