Now at this point in Kyle’s story, the part of me who is the teenager who came of age in Brooklyn started bubbling up– and my hands started itching to take my earrings out and hold them while I got CRAZY.
You’re a terrible person, wanna get coffee?
Nope still really, really easy. Your rockstar drug addiction was to...adderall?
Great video.
To put Ms. McLaurin in perspective: when she in elementary school (i.e., old enough to know what’s going on in the world and to make lasting memories), women — of any color — could not vote.
And then to live long enough to see a black president and first lady, in-person, who I assume she voted for? Whoo,…
After he won the election, I cried for the elders who never thought they would see this day, and I cried for the children who would see the Oval Office as a possibility.
I did my makeup all nice just to cry it off. I remember calling my grandmother when Obama was elected. She was “all full” as she used to say because she said she never thought she’d live to see it, and she was so, so proud. She couldn’t legally vote until she was 24 year old and had left the South. She got to see a…
This was so lovely to watch!
OMG. I just realized that one day the Obamas will be an even more adorable elderly couple and I think my heart exploded.
I always liked this pic when a crying baby settles down for President Obama after she wouldn’t with Michelle. I like her faux offended face.
We had a big, big gun fight in the third act that we took out and we basically had Deadpool forget his guns as a means of getting around it.
What about “Wolverine 3" could surprise anyone at this point?
I was 13-14 in the mid-70s, and I got a lot of attention from grown men. I was thrilled by it. Boys my age either ignored me, barked at me, or called me names. Adult men talked to me like I was a person, admired me, complemented me. At the time, it was bliss, and I felt it made me special. And thanks mainly to a lack…
By far the best comment on this whole post.
It’s just so much goddamn fun to be excited for Star Wars again. Play my emotions like a Stradivarius you Disney bastards, for I have embraced the hype train.
My heart t’was all a flutter at the slightly different camera angles of a scene I’ve already watched.
Same here. It’s pathetic how excited that made me.
God-damnit. That was barely anything.