Tasteful or not, it’s also the pose that makes it seem offensive: cute head tilt, sassy hand on hip... as if she’s modeling a more traditional girls costume.  If she had been posed straight on, I could see it potentially working as an historic costume.  

Bah, ha, ha! Maybe there’s a blacklight version, too.

“Wiley in particular is an interesting choice. He’s not shy about putting his subjects (and himself) on stallions...” so I’m thinking along these lines:

Hey, neighbor. I was going to post this, too — it’s one of my regular walks from downtown. I still hesitate before saying the name of it; it feels wrong.

Back in the old days, we cut the feet off our pantyhose and wore the pantyhose under pants for the no-underwear look. Ah, Dittos, the super tight pants of my high school years. Some time later came bike shorts... then “shape wear,” the same thing for a higher price. Would I wear them outside? No, there are other…

OK, if this is where this thread is taking us... What is up with the advertisements that refuse to let you view anything, ANYTHING other than them? My page jumps right back to the “Comfort Food,” ad and I can’t see articles, can’t see comments, can’t scroll without having it jump back to stinkin’ Comfort Food ad, day…

Ha, ha, just got my period three days ago... on my 57th birthday. C’mon, can I be done already? Thankfully (?) no hot flashes, weight gain, or any other signs of perimenopause, so maybe one day it’ll just be done.

I recently moved to a new community, and there is a certain color of hair — I think of it as “Republican Blonde” — that I see all over. It makes me wary of striking up conversations with people. Small talk isn’t as fun as it used to be.

I had a little honey-colored boy cat years ago who developed kidney disease when he was five. The kindest thing my vet said to me is that my cat’s kidneys were only meant to last five years, so it was OK. The way he said it was so compassionate that it made me look at the situation very differently. I was still…

We married almost two years ago and we’ve been a couple for nine years. We were both 55 when we married, and neither of us had been married before (no kids, either). When we met, we both had the thoughts of “Good grief, what’s wrong with him/her to still be single?” I suppose Mr. Cat and I were both late bloomers,…

Hold up. That woman is not my FLOTUS.

John Cho. I’m smiling.

Am I reading this right? Gucci is stating that without question, it is quite OK with hate? Are we truly in the Upside Down world? 

Aside from the embarrassment, I’ve also found there’s that frozen feeling of “Huh? Is that happening?” Times that I’ve been messed with that way I’ve rarely reacted in the moment, thinking that maybe I’ve somehow misunderstood what’s happening. Later, I berate myself for not reacting immediately and loudly. I’m no…

Well, there was that whole sex tape thing back in his younger days, so maybe that’s where the red flag is from, but other than that I’m in. :)

She is kind of the La Toya of the family, isn’t she? Not quite the “talent” of the others, a little desperate for attention...

So... great actress, then? No.

Oh no, he’ll have support... child support (to pay).

Maybe his soon-to-be-ex Deidre will pray for him, hahahahaha. You missed the birth of your son to be with Trump, you numbskull!

It’s as if there’s a false bottom. You think they must have reached their lowest point, and then there’s the trap door that releases them down, down, down into yet another lower level.