Those who don’t have any actual talent do performance art.

“I just wished I could say to each of the museum directors: ‘If it had been your daughter who had been affected by Chuck Close and Picasso, how could you look her in the eye and say, Sorry, we’re keeping the painting and the painting matters more than my relationship to you,’” she added.

Picasso? I’m gonna say it, that’s reaching. This is a guy who painted through the turn of the century creating the basis for so much of art history (and I get it, not everyone or everything historical is inherently respectable—I am not against uprooting ugly narratives and making new history). But if there was ever a…

Girl, museums wouldn’t exist without paintings. If we took out every painting made by someone problematic, there would be no museums. This lady needs to move on from her ambiguous sexual encounter that she had.

Nah, not even close.

I think Beyonce has Oprah levels of money and influence.

I’ve been trying to write this comment a couple of times and ways and I’m giving up on the endless rewrites, so here’s my best shot: I think people are inherently complicated and conflicted. A bad person overall can in fact do some good things while a good person overall can do some bad things. And as consumers of…

To be fair, that’s really only like ... 12 pairs of their tights.

Funny - I just watched Proof this weekend - I’d never even known it existed. And I watchhed The Talented Mr. Ripley for the 50 billionth time a week or two ago. And what I’ve decided is that I think I like GP as an actress. I pay zero attention to the Goop business and and all her rich white bubble-life…

Paltrow? I’m out.

Atop its fairly conventional electronic beats, which range from yacht rocky-disco to dad-trap, Man is awash with guitars of all sorts—folky arpeggiated guitars, twangy country guitars, Spanish guitars, distorted junkyard funk guitars.

Are their people who didn’t love Inglorious Bastards? Certainly no a fan of all his works, but that movie was phenomenal

Sad but true, she just got fired from cashiering at the cvs near me, they were getting too many complaints. I pay her to mow my grass when i have the extra cash. Still sings like an angel though. Bless her

MY DAD HAD THAT JACKET. Holy moly, just got struck with a wave of melancholy. I miss my dad, you guys. 

If only they put that level of enthusiasm into creating an amazing deodorant...

“You said i could bring a stuff animal on the flight.” “yes well, we thought you meant plush. Not that its a stuffed taxidermy sloth who has been posed knife fighting with a wolf.”

The person behind me on a flight from San Francisco to Atlanta put their cat under my seat. It meowed for 5 hours straight. Not a single break in the meowing, not even for a minute. I truly think I permanently lost a part of my mind on that flight.

I’ve tried “No, this is my emotional support bourbon” but the Nazis at Southwest said “blah, blah, flammable, blah, pants”

I encountered a super chill cat on a flight once. I was in the very back, next to the bathroom, in a two seat row, and this dude who looked like he played college football sits down, puts this carrier in the floor between us, unzips the top, and out pops the head of the Chillest Cat in the World, and he was basically…

And Bette Midler sings in the background my grandma’s fave song: “You are the Pit Beneath My Wings.”