In case you haven’t seen it, Ross Matthews has the world’s best Lady Gaga story from RPDR:

My grandmom delivered for them until she was in her early 90's. She was older than most of her visits. As you’ve noted there was so much more to it than the deliveries. And she always said that what she gave was so much smaller than what she got. In a lot of ways I’m very glad that neither of my grandparents are here…

That’s her specialty.

This is why I love using my real name as a screen name. It’s so lovely to get personal messages addressed directly to me! <3

If I ever learned anything from movies, it’s from that one. I always carry a bazooka with me when I’m hiking in the back country.

There is still a drive-in in Prince George, BC, where we lived for a few years. We took the kids to see one movie there and suffered through the same thing I imagine my parents did when they took me to see movies when I was a kid in Edmonton: it’s summer, it’s far north, the goddamn sun doesn’t set until way too…

not even real faux palm plants, they painted them on the fucking wall.

It doesn’t solve the “straw-creepy-dude” problem in any case. If you say “born a woman use the women’s restroom” then McCreepy doesn’t even have to “put on a dress”, he can just say he was born a woman. I mean, if these alleged “fake-trans predators” were going to do that anyway, now they could do it with even less…

Everyone interested in this should read the Wiki page on the Baby Jane genre of film (alterately known as Psycho-biddy, Hagsploitation, and Grande Dame Guignol). It’s a fun and informative read:

The fact I keep circling back to with a lot of my conservative relatives is “The things you’re afraid of are already illegal.” Because if this really is an issue of molestation or abuse happening in bathrooms - already illegal. But of course, the real issue is “Trans people make me uncomfortable and I’d like to pass…

One day, I must tell you my stories from backstage at that beloved OTHER film about Crawford (the big one). I’ve got first hand tea on that one that I still can’t pour on a public forum after all these years (beware the wrath of Faye).

It was used to show what a misogynistic authoritarian Jack Warner was, and to set him up as the foe of Davis, Crawford, and Aldrich. It was effective.

Right. The point was to drive home how sexist and fucked up the studios were (and still are but back then was really a whole ‘nother bag). It did that. It reinforced how stacked the cards were against two older powerhouse women who knew their worth as actors. The attitude was “would you fuck those cunts?” It’s a…

I loved it! I live for this insider-y shit, plus, Sarandon and Lange were amazing. Most of the first episode was about what happens to aging women in Hollywood and it certainly made you feel for Joan Crawford and Bette Davis and how they were thrown aside, as the whole town was obsessed with a young Marilyn Monroe.

Martha Stewart is so much better than him in so many ways (and that she’s done time and he hasn’t is a travesty).

Remember, too (I won’t let this one go) his wife, Ivanka Trump Kushner and Putin’s girlfriend Wendi Deng Murdoch are the “bag men” for this operation.

Well, I DID tell him he should get away from my expensive bird seed. My husband, who is from a firmly anti-pet household, doesn’t understand the need to talk to animals, but it’s a valuable skill. One time I used it to defuse an angry pit bull; he stood there growling and slavering at me until I said in my most…

I want to see that picture. A GrumpyEagle faced with a mad mama garbage bear;)

Nature’s Disillusionments: the time I tried to take some pictures of darling baby raccoon antics, and heard a loud, low growl behind me, turned and saw an already large mother raccoon puffed up and poised to jump. I backed the hell out of there. Cute can turn scary real fast.

She definitely fucked up in her own right.