I wish I had the power to ungrey and move this comment closer to the top. I’m so fucking sick of the holier-than-thou sanctimony and moral purity tests of the left.

I lived in the U.S. Virgin Islands for years. The Margaritaville fantasy is real and it wastes a lot of people’s time, effort and patience. Obese, sunburned, puffy white people (the men always heavily tattooed and in sleeveless T-shirts, the women in short shorts and overdyed hair) touring houses, the woman giggling…

Alcohol, the solution to, and cause of, so many of life’s problems.

Good photo. Now people reading this piece might figure out Varda is a filmmaker.

Why that header picture with her breasts hanging out for an interview during which a woman clearly states that she refuses to be pigeon-holed into the part of “campy-sexy seductress”? WHY?

I counter that with the jar of pickled eggs in the pantry, just sitting there, quietly, like a sentry...

I get that maybe they thought they knew the “real her”...after all, they did work with her every day for years, clearly stayed in touch, blah blah blah. And thought all her rants and ravings were one offs. Not serious. One bad day. Joking. All the things you tell yourself when somebody you cared about is crumbling.

The device has yet to be invented that measure my utter indifference to what Roseanne Barr has to say.

Stealing from the Bene Gesserit will not be tolerated.

It’s not everyday that I get to sit across from Cristal Connors.

“We can’t do a whole interview about Showgirls,” Gina Gershon exhaled, not five minutes into our conversation at Odeon in Tribeca on May 21. I didn’t mean to exasperate her so soon—I couldn’t help it.

Holy fucking shit: Her name is Agnes VARDA. Get your lame shit together. Ava. And I appreciate a pic of a glorious woman in her prime; not a photo of you contrasting your youth with her advanced age. #ageismbitch

If Rich had .125% the actual talent he ascribes himself, he wouldn’t be working press junkets for GMG. He’s not the big fish in a small pond. He’s a tadpole in a drainage ditch.

Also, see also: me’shell ndegeocello, Christina Hendricks.

So, for the first time ever I have a (very tenuous) connection to something in the news. Which is cool. I guess.

I hate that I am nitpicking on small grammatical errors when this is a terrifying and devastating reality, but I get the same way and I am glad to see other people recognize that.

I was personally super confused, I admit, because I haven’t had a drink with a straw since...well, I have zero memory of the last drink I had with a straw, but it was probably at a cinema some 10 years ago. How/why are people so reliant on straws?!

I work in e-commerce, and my company just added them as a vendor. I’m so excited! I’ve worked with them before, and their products are AWESOME.

A clarification: “dominus obsequious sororium” is not Latin for “master over the slave women”. It’s pseudo-Latin (event worse than “Romanes eunt domus”).

So now it’s a lesbian sex cult. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!