Oh Boo, I’m going through the same. I feel you, sad heart and all.
As a west coast transplant, I’ve always been struck by native New Yorkers referring to their parents as “my father”, “my mother”. My husband does this as well, rarely saying “my dad”. But the Trumps strange and garbled inflection does put a very old-timey, Naziesque spin on the formality of the term.
But you guys...
Hi! Go Cougars! Also, did anyone here know Raymond Jung? Just checking, because we used to use the Foothill High Shakespeare trip in Ashland to smoke all the Alaska Thunderfuck in Lithia Park.
Perhaps my sympathy and relationship with my own moderate GOP, Reagan era, Vietnam vet, perennial Arizona dwelling father, has made me follow and believe John McCains logical outrage throughout this farcical Hellscape upon earth. But then he pulls THIS shit. And also, I dig down deep past the Trump of it all, and…
I can’t stop zooming in on Trumps face in the headline pic. The mask like tan line around his jaw and ears. The whispy, margarine colored corn tassels of man weave, blowing like dingy cobwebs. The protruding, pink, old man ears, jutting from his scalp like barnacles from a shipwreck. The beady, black, oily eyes,…
I wish I could have played that one at my Pop Pops funeral, while saluting his casket.
Kellyanne is like a modern day Phyllis Schafly (although lacking Schaflys leadership and independent power) in that every word that comes out of her mouth makes me want to smash chairs through windows and run, screaming, into the woods.
I’m rewatching season 9 right now and it’s the same Heather. Bullying Shannon and twisting her actions around to make her look crazy and talking down to everyone else. No fun, Heather Whoville, in her quilted Chanel palace of wealth and snobbery.
Lisa Vanderpump: “You’re turning into an asshole before my eyes.”
I grew up in the Pentecostal Church, and this kids giddy little ticks and twitches remind me of watching someone fully drop into the hysterics of speaking in tongues. He’s in a full body, lie ecstasy. And I hate these gifs of his smug little face “holy ghosting” across my screen.
The music is nice, but his voice combined with the “crochet-newsboy-cap-wearing-fam” observation, is evoking serious images of him as the singer of a local, New Paltz, white boy jam band, belting this track out on stage at Snugs on a Friday night. (Everything smells of stale cigarettes and cheap amber oil)
He used to be a regular at a little shop I worked at in Brooklyn. I always say that he is one of the worst customers I've ever had. I would recommend he pioneer the sea, since he loves it so much. Move there where no one has to wait on him ever again.
Some have their Oprah. I have Mama Ru.
They would only be a foil for Conrad though, that one is full tilt Patrick Bateman/Big Kathys true hell spawn.
I fully read and enjoyed this comment, in Ramona Singer voice. God bless.
What fresh hell is this couples look!?
I would say “what was I thinking?!” , but I was somewhere around Weed-Breadsticks-Rhony Finale Hysteria when I wrote that. So God bless girl, Sonja with sexy J!
I'm with Madeline: Sonya is the MVP. But then again, Sonya is my Real Housewive hill that I will die on. I truly love her. I even love Saratoga Sonya, lost and drunk at a race track and dancing around in a baby doll dress with her undies showing. She is the brightest star in my sky.