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It's so mature how they are telling each other they look like the opposite gender. It makes you want to say, "Kids, if you don't stop calling each other names, so help me God I will turn this car around. And then no one gets gin OR juice. Let alone indo. Do you understand me?"

I love the terminology of calling yourself "a Fat." I will not use it in reference to anyone else, but I found it both empowering and endearing in your statement. Nothing wrong with being A Fat, and using that term. I just love it.

Do I sound crazy? I'm trying to sound supportive instead of crazy.

The Idris Elba link reminds me of a conversation I had yesterday with my husband: I confessed that I have a thing for "black guys with British accents." He said, "All black guys with British accents are not Idris Elba." I told him to shut his mouth and stop talking nonsense.

However I did learn that we are now chewing, not clutching, our pearls.

Exactly. What makes the shot is Mia's complex vulnerability coupled with the slightly aggressive, slightly seductive act of biting her necklace. (In my opinion, anyway.)

Never mind his damn body Trainer Guy!! It's his voice. That fucking voice that gives the tingles. Dammit, he has to know that his talent is what the fans love. The music, the lyrics, the voice. You don't have to be a psychical sex god to sell the album. You can be Luther Vandross, you can be Barry White, you can be

Well, hello there!

I am very very very grateful that I'm not having to live through a schizophrenic break today. Fuck, man. I thought Mondays were rough enough as they are. Imagine having paparazzi stalkers, mass public derision and a terrifying, uncontrolled, all-consuming mental illness added to your day today.

Is this just a bad tattoo or is it an ironic bad tattoo? Or is this like a postmodern tattoo with the sincere intentions of embracing its intentionally poor execution? As I gaze into the abyss, is the abyss also gazing into me?

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ITS EYES WITHOUT A FACE OR NOTHING! THE REST OF YOU CAN GO TO HELL!

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Rebecca never be ashamed of loving Billy Idol. You could be me. I loved Adam Ant.

That's why I try to limit myself to one glass of wine a day. Cheers!

The last time I went to a winery I got kicked out for having too many samples (even though they were charging for the samples and I was not driving but whatever I'm too rock and roll for wineries apparently)

i think it's so interesting that kate was refreshing because she was imperfect and new and "real", and is now the go-to standard for a model, to the point where kate is now a template, rather than a mold-breaker.

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Good idea. I know, I'll counter it with some vintage Kate Bush. That usually works.

It's like Hypatia, but in the modern "enlightened" era.

It's not about whether their precious snowflake benefits, it's about being decent to the other adults there. This isn't taking your kid to the drycleaners to pick up clothes with you, introducing them to shopkeepers in the neighborhood. This is disruptive, there's a difference. I have no idea why the aspirational