I’m kinda not mad about Liza doing Single Ladies tho. She’s SO closely associated with Bob Fosse, so seeing her do a pastiche of a pastiche of a Fosse number is charming in its way.

For me, this is where the Instant Pot comes into its own. I hate the cooking smells from any type of wet-method chicken prep. You still get a bit of the smell while it gets up to pressure, but it’s nothing like that humid chicken funk with traditional methods, plus the end result is so rich with collagen (especially…

I tend to give people 60+ the benefit of the doubt when it comes to wanting their steaks well done because I know so many people who had it drilled into their heads that meat had to be No Pink or else they’d get worms/listeria/e.coli/whatever and that stuff can be hard to shake.

My first thought when I heard about it was Oh finally! They can’t possibly take a female dominated culinary art and turn it into an auteur sausagefest and wankathon! Followed by a long sigh.

DAMMIT NEDD.

I swear I have this in my bookmarks because this exact same conversation comes up so often. I need to write a macro to save myself the carpal tunnel strain.

Ugh. Things had been circling the drain for a while but I knew it was truly over with my best friend of 20 years when she came to visit me in Mexico and was actively horrible about the food, including showing every inch of her ass over someone’s grandma’s homemade mole. It was years ago and I’m still mortified by her…

Four dollars for a paleta is the real hate speech here.

I am so embarrassed for him and his tired posturing.

You can skip the needlessly gendered dude stuff like beard oil —unless you love needlessly gendered dude stuff, in which case have at it but know it’s mostly just cheap carrier oil— and head straight for argan and rosehip oils. You can get 4oz of each off Amazon for like 20 bucks total and it’s a game changer. It’s…

This exactly. I’ve been in the grays forever and at this point I don’t imagine it will change. At this point I’d rather be at the Root which is more my speed anyway, but I’m sad to see Jez turn into this.

“Okay but where are you from from?”

Then you’ve been spared one of the most embarrassing dominance rituals in the animal kingdom: Two patres familia fighting over who’s going to pick up a large check the way dung beetles fight over a particularly juicy bit of camel poo.

I’m nowhere near mega-rich, but I’ve got an okay cushion so I don’t mind regularly picking up the tab for friends who might not be there yet. I do, however, start to feel resentful when they’re happy to go to town on my dime as a matter of course. I’m happy to pick up the tab at the place that serves diamond-crusted…

I figured it was Shangela’s to win once Bendela was out, mostly because she’s the queen with the most commercial appeal. She’s generally savvy enough to find the spot that works for her brand but is also going to appeal to a broader audience than some of the art queens or camp queens, so even though her drag isn’t my…

That’s my favorite non-prince part, too. All the earnest dadrockers are dadrocking out and little man’s just there like ARE Y’ALL SEEING THIS SHIT NO BUT REALLY ARE YOU SEEING THIS?????

I present to you the Spanish theme songs to Los Locos Addams and Los Beverly Ricos

Never Forget: White people pay to pick fruit.

How is this not a movie about how Plaid Skirt dumped her weak-ass man and got her groove back by going on vacation with her supportive, driven, ambitious girlfriends then taking over the NFL?

Before Sunrise meant so much to me when I was 20 and thought being broken was the same thing as being interesting. I cringe even thinking about going back and watching it again. I rewatched Reality Bites ten years ago and am still shuddering from second-hand embarrassment. Ethan Hawke is such a plague.