accusing prosecutors of failing to disclose and destroying potentially incriminating evidence.
BillieHolidayv6
billieholidayv6
My mom crocheted a Chanel suit for my Barbie doll. Kelly-green. She sewed a little green shell to go under the jacket. She also made her a wedding gown with a a veil, a tea dress and a little 60's black-and-white suit. (I still have the doll, the clothes, and a shiny red vinyl Dream Barbie closet to store them in.)
“Beautiful abyss” is not the term I’d use for this nightmare. Won’t she be surprised when they rise up and chew her legs off in the middle of the night.
“You plant the seeds of racism in every square inch of fertile soil, and when the poisonous flowers bloom, you wonder why we’re sick. You accuse people of acting like victims because they’re allergic to hate.”
The answer to, “now where have I seen that before?”
“They won’t tell the victims they can succeed through hard work and making good decisions”
Gender identity and sexuality are absolutely two separate and unique things. For a genuine understanding of the renewing prejudice shown in this study, and so many other discussions of LGBT issues, we need a way to distinguish the T of transgender for the other letters. Combining the data produces only broad, nearly…
Six degrees of separation. I’m currently in rehearsal for a show with a man who...knows this woman quite intimately. BECAUSE SHE HID IN HIS ATTIC FOR TWO WEEKS...she lived up there and would come down after everyone went to work/school and go about her day then sneak back up to the attic before everyone came home.
Sure, but you have to give her props.
Sneaks on a Plane
She sounds bored. I would go all in for crowdfunding her some private flying lessons (and a pair of thigh-high leather boots, what the hell).
BENICIO! I love him so much. I think he’s incredibly sexy. I also love Joaquin Phoenix. I love the whole “ugly sexy” thing. I like a man who looks like he’s been in a fight once or twice (this week).
Michael Shannon is my favorite “ugly hot” actor. I love his face.
It probably helps to be from the culture: my mother is from Lake Woebegone, so she knows all those people; sure, the names were different, but it was her community all the same. I have never heard a human being laugh so long or so hard as when the first Lake Woebegone book came out.
I always thought it was sort of like the Cobert Report. Not entirely serious. My folks listened to all those NPR shows, Cartalk, PHC,etc.
I honestly don’t understand. I’m under 60, live in Los Angeles, have been a punk and a headbanger, love the sun, hate the cold, and live for the movies, but I loved The Prairie Home Companion and all the stories about Lake Wobegon. I loved the radio shows, the noir adventures, the bizarre stories that never ended up…
I really liked it. I grew up in the Midwest with grandparents who listened to it. The conceit was that it was an old Depression era radio show that had somehow hung on for all these years, and it was sort of boring and sort of dull in a way that leaned into those traits for humorous effect. Listening to one show…
I love him and I’m under 40 and have been listening since I was 20. But sure, he’s an old guy that tells old guy stories.