Prachi, is this tweet true?

Meanwhile, more NYT articles are being published about how Trump is a giant toddler:

UK Update:

It’s inevitable. Always much more fun to critique and express faux-concern about someone else’s body than simply stick to micro-managing your own.

IKR? I was happily reading the article (and half-jelly that Miss Author Girl had also been a model, ‘coz I like her have a couple of Grammy noms but nobody ever waved a Vogue cover in my face) and then scrolled down to comments and now ... here we are. Again.

Yeah, I know. I’ll have to get rid of some nail polish.

Oh they do. And the surgical intervention just makes it all the more gruesome. No one escapes the ravages of time.

Isn’t Paris kind of old for the festival scene? I know she probably isn’t nearly as old as I think. I think of her being about 40 which I know can’t be true, but it seems like she’s been around FOREVER. But still, truly young people must think she’s old.

Given all the problems in Houston and other; flooded or wind damaged towns in TX,

Julianne Moore Smizing into the Wind is my aesthetic.

What do the Kardashian-Jenners talk about when they date the great songwriters and athletes of our generation?

Yes! Here, they say, “just put down the damn food bowl!” ha ha!

Okay, now I’m reallllly starting to get the feels. I had a stuffed animal as a kid that looked an awful lot like your dog. Its head would grow flatter and flatrter over the years from me using it as a pillow, since my actual pillow was being claimed by my first cat: the divine Minki. She was huge and sometimes…

I’m sending love your way. Something tells me that LuLu will be there to pick you up when you cross over one day. (I have a pact with my pets to do so. I have it on unconquered authority that this pact is also valid and legally binding if made with the pet after said pet’s passing.) I hope LuLu did not suffer…

Here’s my girlfriend’s dog Arnold AKA Bahstin Ahnold (say it in your best New England accent). He kind of decided one day that I’m his best friend. I had no choice in the matter. That’s fine by me because we have since become best Bros. He follows me around my apartment. I haven’t gone to the bathroom alone in years.…

SOB. I’m so sorry, darling.

Thank you so much; he was my baby and practically raised our littlest, Dexter:

I’m so sorry. I went through it with Roxy the Pug in January. Allow yourself to grieve without shame, just like you would for anyone else. It will slowly get better, but it will take a while not to miss her at every moment. At least, that’s how it was for me.

I’m so sorry ((hugs))

Wonderful article.