On radio and tv it has always been that way. The entertainment is only there to keep you tuned in until the ads start again. Very rarely someone actually does something meaningful.

What always surprises me is when women keep their own last name—indicating they put some thought into the decision—but then put absolutely no thought into the kids’ names. When women say, “oh, I changed it because I wanted the whole family to have the same name,” I think, you gave it that much thought and the idea of…

I’m curious. Should he have replied ‘fuck you with a rake’, ‘sniff my dong’ or ‘more of a fuck you’ as some of the staff have been known to do?

The existential distress is coming from inside the house! The existential distress is coming from inside the house!

“What’s the deal with Uber?”

Celebrities talking about Uber is the new celebrities kvetching about airlines.

Ewwwwww!

There is however a hilarious PR People wedding article about Brad and Jen’s wedding which is very easy to find because People has a great online archive. In it they describe how they prepared for the wedding by getting “sibling highlights” together at their favorite salon.

It always makes me feel like people are secretly following me around filling up slam books. Like, I KNOW I’m a big clumsy oaf who’s permanently bruised like a marked down banana, you pointing it out isn’t helping anything, okay?

They play games with admission in order to keep their “acceptance” ratios low. This puts them high on ranking reports and convinces dumb status-obsessed parents that little Johnny or Jane MUST go there.

Ivy League grad with $82,000 in loans (mostly private) chiming in to disagree 100%. Their official policy is that they wouldn’t not give enough money, sure, but that’s if your family can pay the “Expected Family Contribution” of, in my case, 1/3 of my (middle-class) parents’ net income every year, several times their…

exactly, you gotta get to a point where you realize this shit is none of their business. Argh, dumb family.

Oh and once I brought my boyfriend home to meet the extended fam, my brother tells me that my sister in law was starting to “wonder about you” like...I guess that I was a lesbian or something?

This is not true. Do a lot of them come from wealthy families? Sure. The vast majority? Not quite.

Rich kids go to Princeton to get a great education and to build the social capital/make the connections that will allow them to be rich adults later. More money to let poor kids in would immensely benefit them.

I knew my husband was the one for me when he watched me tear into the hindquarters of the gazelle I’d just taken down with my bare hands. A tear came to his eyes as he dropped to his knees and whispered, “I admire you.” I flung some viscera his way to let him know that he was free to snack and we’ve been together ever…

Reading the source’s purple prose, this is what immediately came to mind:

Anyway, the idea of a cowboy and an actual cowboy are usually two very different things. Kind of like a firefighter. Your average real cowboy is 5 foot 6 with a lip that’s permanently shaped around a plug of Copenhagen, and who’s likely to ask you if you've found Jesus yet.

Things don’t always go so smoothly in warrior-goddess relationships...