Not really a “restaurant”, per se. More like “building with trays of food in it”.

I wouldn’t call Olive Garden low-priced any more.  

(it was a joke about the quality of their food)

“Restaurant” is a bit of a strong word.

I don’t understand why you couldn’t have a first impression about a skin care line. How it smells, packaging, price point, ingredients, how one’s face immediately reacts... these are all first impressions that are worthwhile.

Of course you can.

Everyone is trashing it right now and they were before Jeffree posted his.

But what’s the alternative for a reviewer? They should only review things they like, ie offer endorsements? And I guess just ignore bad or mediocre products, leaving it to the audience to sleuth whether a lack of review is because the product sucks or because it actually hasn’t been reviewed?

Shane Dawson is in no way a beauty guru or skincare expert. 😂

Is a bad review ‘drama’ now?

I’ll definitely check that track out, thanks for the recc.

Digital signs on a randomized timer. I want a man to go into the men’s and come out of the women’s.

“Scolding others for behavior then doing it oneself” is almost literally the dictionary definition of hypocrisy. You must be a millennial, so I’ll explain: dictionaries are those books in the library that include widely-accepted definitions for words. I suggest you consult one.

I read your other post. “Now is not the time for ideals and silliness.” How can you claim to like her, and at the same time call her silly? Also why is this not the time for ideals? 

do I need to hear three of the least attractive and most annoying men on Earth sing

Some of the pieces written on this site have some serious lack of self-awareness re: hypocrisy. Usually it goes like this:

Saltier than the Dead Sea...

So you lot of hypocrites just gonna keep giving Cardi B a pass on all the terrible shit she has done, huh?

Since Lady Marmalade is now the Marvel crossover of female singers:

I’m fairly sure that Ed Sheeran is just a wadded up loaf of generic store brand white bread that someone rubbed in a pile of red hair at a Supercuts and taught to play guitar.