Distracting and faddish was that awful chunky two stripes of blonde highlights in your very dark hair thing circa 2000-2003ish. Also, the, look at all the gel I can smear into my hair look from roughly the same era. ALSO, the look at all the wee little buns I've covered my head with! Also, the frosted tips! The…
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She's so good at that. Her clothing is so versatile. So many different women could wear her pieces.
Strapless things suck.
Because DVF is a divine creature who embraces diversity and actually celebrates women through her fashion. Okay, so her models are all thin, but she makes clothing that just about anyone could wear (if they could afford it).
Show those young'uns how to WERK
Swooning.
All hail the high priestess of the benevolent alien race of beauty.
I think there are the well-know models of color of the great supermodel era (Naomi, Tyra, and I'll include Iman even though she predates it), and then there are the well-known models of this generation, who are well-know to fashionistas, but less to the average person who isn't clicking obsessively through runway…
She looks absolutely amazing. She and Iman cannot possibly be human. I think Naomi's body might actually be more slamming now than it was in the 90s.
The real shock here is that Iman is 58!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Literally cleansing my eyes in the salt-water bath of tears that Sinead brings on. God, I love me some Sinead O'Connor.
That's it, I need to re-read these books. I must have read them each 20 times in middle school. I always loved the PBS miniseries (COLLEN DEWHURST! DIANA BARRY PUKING IN THE BUSHES! IPECAC!) I was so obsessed with those books. I was also the type of child to fly into a rage and smash a slate over someone's head. …
I think anyone who would sign up for this sort of thing almost has to be insufferable.
It's funny, cuz I have the same "penis pleasing" standards as John Legend, except it's "vag pleasing," i.e., you don't always have to be able to wax philosophical with someone to please your privates.
Holla. There's that whole "connection" thing...sometimes, it's just on the booty level. Sometimes it's deeper. Call it dumb, call it hormones, whatevs. Sometimes you sleep with people you can't hold a conversation with. It happens.
Organizational items were always so aspirational. I never stuck to it.
The Ticket Oak is pretty frightening. That one where it gets hopped up on coffee, develops a speech impediment, and its eyes roll around wildly? Wtf?
You don't have to actually wash them every other day. If you have more than one set of sheets you can wash them all and change them. So. No. Unless you find changing your bed sheets super exhausting.
If I had a washer-dryer on site, I'd have clean sheets at least every other night because nothing makes me happier than slipping into a bed with fresh linens. Now that my laundry must be done at a laundromat that doubles as a hangout for the town's junkies, I get clean sheets every two weeks. But when I first…
Not any weirder than my little bro, who dressed like a pharoah for awhile there (the Mummy and Prince of Egypt were big influences).