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I innocently happened upon temu.com, an internet vortex into which I was rapturously sucked, only to find myself 3 days later starved and stripped naked with my credit cards strewn across the shag carpeting.

I’ve been preparing myself for a glimpse of the fabled Cillian peach.

Easy. Most of us can count white power dickbags amongst our children, parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins.

The Vergara/Manganiello divorce is like a cosmic hotness implosion.

Suddenly everyone’s a celebrity (and managing their own insufferable public relations campaign).

Lauper used a special background curtain that prevented cameras from focusing on her. Every image was fuzzy and unusable.

I think you’re hot and I’ve never seen a photo of you.

It was such a long progression that he couldn’t see it

Kim Kardashian: saving lives, one girdle at a time.

Note to self: Avoid marriage during the next pandemic.

“I’ll just hopefully drop dead in the middle of a song onstage” - Dolly Parton

Someone who’s dated both Brad Pitt and Ben Affleck has never tossed a salad? Please.

I was wondering if there was a Mattel toy from childhood that has generated as much fun for guys. Then I realized that the streets of LA are a massive, 365 day/yr Hot Wheels™ celebration.

can we please not?

Traumatizing.

Put me down for The Crown, The White Lotus, Sharon Horgan, Theo James, Will Sharpe, Jennifer Coolidge, Aubrey Plaza, Only Murders in the Building, Jenna Ortega, Martin Short, Fleishman is in Trouble, Ali Wong, Daniel Radcliffe, Murray Bartlett and Juliette Lewis.

I’d be surprised if a transgender person would just walk into any dump to get their beauty needs met. Maybe it’s because I’m in LA and the t-crowd is pretty glamorous. Me, I’m gender-apathetic (I honestly don’t gaf about gender) and even I phone around, examine websites and get recommendations before I visit a salon.

You can only stare for so long at a highway accident before the flow of traffic moves you forward. Like Kanye, Britney increasingly appears in the collision between the incomprehensible and the asinine. Very sad, but don’t we all have more pressing matters to attend to?

I deeply dislike the belief that having children is somehow a way to “fix” one’s mental problems. That’s a lot of shit to hang on your newborn.

Enclosed within the inviolable fortress of “home” and “family,” children of mentally ill parents can be subject to the worst forms of psychological and physical torture – with no one to rescue them.