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ChaoticEva
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Darling, UNICORN HAIR. Vicuna is sooooo 2015.
$150,000 per fucking hour! That’s what Joanna Gaines wants for her deposition. I’m having a cranky, crabby day and have stupid work shit swirling around right now and all I want to do is quit (can’t do that). This makes me stabby. Along with DK’s statement of support for Woody Allen — what the hell makes people…
What baffles me about things like this is that it’s not like Diane was caught guard down, by an unexpected reporter shoving his mic on her face. Or mid interview on a talk show, with some unexpected question. I mean, it would be understandable if the surprise tripped her.
I’m done with this Woody Allen shit show. This mf is being backed by not only the trolls here, but by heavy hitters in the industry. So incredibly sad. I am very disappointed in you, Diane. smh
Because he’s scared someone’s going to #MeToo about him, that fear is driving his irrational behavior, and his fragile ego won’t let him shut the fuck up.
He’s a famous, wealthy, cishet white man. He’s the epitome of privilege. When you’re like him, there isn’t anything in the world that you think can’t be improved by you injecting your opinion.
Oh, and Mayella Ewell, from your example, there? WAS BEING ASSAULTED BY HER FATHER. So not the best literary scene to cherry-pick.
Because he’s an entitled asshole and doesn’t realize most people have had his number ever since his bonkers divorce from Kim Basinger and his outrageous rant at his daughter. Otherwise, he’d have the good sense to zip it.
Just a fart, really. When it’s a column of ash straight into the sky, you need to be worried.
Saw a reference to Vox..stopped reading. THE END IS NEAR. Vomit...I live in Alaska in the shadow of a volcano. There are quakes and active volcanos all the time. We have never been able to predict anything...live your life, have fun, and don’t worry about what you can’t control.
Reading the NY Times piece. These things stuck out:
Tornadoes aren’t scary. You just hide in your basement and eat popcorn, then you file an insurance claim and redesign the kitchen like you always wanted to do.
You know, I love to drink, and I like to cheer on my team with a decent buzz. I don’t understand how people can get so liquored up hours before the big game. What’s the point?
Detroit would like a word with you
I was called “burnt chicken” in elementary school by someone I considered a friend. Messes with your head a bit. I’ll have to get this book for my younger self.
Love this. It’s hard enough being a black woman in white majority America, but then having to endure the colorism that is pervasive in the black community on top of that. I learned at an early age to ignore comments like “I don’t want to go out in the sun because I don’t want to get too black” spoken by black people…
I am so happy for this book.