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There is a fantastic book about how fucked up Bikram yoga (and bikram the man) is called Hell Bent. The author reported from a teacher training and even went so far as to join their backbending club.
“Crybaby” is my favorite. Such a slinky undervalued gem.
I agree. As much as I adore my mom and share quite a lot with her, she still doesn’t have the most complete picture of my life. My closest friends do. There are simply aspects of my personality that I just don’t show my mom, mostly because I don’t want her to worry. So she’s got a biased view of my life, as do most…
When I was a freshman in college I spent one Sunday in the lounge of my floor instead of in my room. I didn’t bring my cellphone with me but I did have my computer. At some point my bff messaged me through Facebook telling me to call my mom. My mom was freaking out because she couldn’t get in touch with me and when I…
My mother would do that even if I had a video of me writing, signing, then reading a statement specifically prohibiting it in an attorneys office. It would be an opportunity for her not to cash in, but to redirect the attention to her. She would also be completely unaware that she was doing so. I wonder if there is…
Sis? Is that you? Remember the time my mom called my cell and some man answered her in Arabic? Logical conclusion: She had mis-dialed. HER conclusion; Al-Qaeda had kidnapped me on the UES.
This is my mother. I’m 36 but she “knows” what I “really” want and need and has been this way my entire life. I have a daughter myself now and go out of my way to not do this.
Henry Winkler’s mother had him paged in the middle of a concert at a concert at Madison Square Garden once. He found a payphone, panicking that someone had died, or was about to die, and called home. When his mom picked up, he asked, frantically, “Who died??”
That Maynard specifically planned for this exact event, even getting a lawyer involved, kind of tells me all I need to know about her mother. I’ve got no doubts that she loved her mother and her mother loved her, but to have to prepare for “Mom, goddddd” from beyond the grave is pretty telling.
Grief makes you do bullshit things, I think.
I think situations like this arise from the parents being stuck in the denial phase of grief-not being able to accept that they were no longer the primary person in their child’s life.
Nothing says “great mom” like going against your dead child’s very specific wishes. /s
Bad memories of Terri Schiavo abound. Family against family never ends well.
Page Six reports that while Joan’s daughter Melissa Rivers “initially cooperated with the book,” she eventually decided put the kibosh on interviews with its author, Leslie Bennetts. Why? Well, maybe because the book isn’t entirely kind to her. One reason for this could be that, per a source, many friends of the late…
Well the split fits very well with that blind item about the quiet/slutty B actress with A+ name recognition
I’m the ultimate Joan Rivers fan, and I know Joan loved Melissa very much, but Melissa was a drag on Joan’s career. I had to stop following Joan on social media because Melissa was always getting Joan to promote her crappy projects on Joan’s SM feed. So annoying.
That’s not being fair to the landlord now! No one makes new doors and/or sturdy locks anymore. They’ve been in short supply for awhile now! You talk as though there are entire big box stores dedicated to supplying such things! Blasphemy!
One resident, Jennifer Pereira told NBC, “[The attack] doesn’t surprise me because the doors over here don’t even have a lock. I tried to tell the landlord that.”