I noticed during the PR pole dance for “La La Land” that in the same month, Emma Stone was on the cover of Rolling Stone in a teeny little slip-dress, with one strap hanging off, while Ryan Gosling was on the cover of Esquire, very natty and fully clothed. The examples are everywhere. The picture of Watson is kind of…

scariest (okay maybe not scariest, but scary) is that I find myself thinking fondly of Dubya...DUBFUCKINGYA? Scary.

I’d vote for Sean Connery, who cares if he was born in Scotland. He’d do a better job as president than Trump. Of course, so would my cat, and the cat doesn’t even have opposable thumbs.

So much here that is galling but perhaps most of all is what seems to be an utter lack of irony: to stand in front of reasonably intelligent people & talk about the hard time you’re having “with the media” as if it’s not what you’ve been orchestrating for the previous administration to the gazillionth degree...I hate…

I feel actively bad for that little Barron boy. Until he grows up and behaves like his brothers. But for now? Poor kid.

Same graphic designer who did the original TrumpPence logo. I’m thinking maybe Barron? Or Tiffany?

Soft. SOFT sensuality. It’s the soft that kills me, somehow. Because Trump is all soft and gross and flabby and horrifyingly squishy. So basically we’re talking Jabba the Hutt sensuality. Horrifuckingfying.

Well, A) if any local organization was inclined to give a Senator an award, fuggit. Give it to someone who will remember it & not stash it in the basement; B) Don’t senators have minions whose job it is to PRECISELY go count up & itemize all the awards, when asked to do so by the gubmint, in order to be confirmed as…

You can laugh & laugh at his idiocy & transparency but then yes: horror because bombs.

Octavia BUTLER!!!!!

I love that they love each other so much -- and *enjoy* each other so much. Or at least appear to, and if they don’t, then they are amazing actors on top of being brilliant and beautiful. She looks extraordinary and he has the appearance of a man who understands that he is the luckiest guy in the country. Plus I feel…

Much of my “staple wardrobe” is really just that: stapled. As in “I meant to get to the tailor but...” or “I used to have that iron-in hem tape...” or “if I just weave a staple into that button...” STAPLE a 700 dollar blazer? Myass.

somewhere there is a 3D printer that’s calibrated to “strong-jawed white guys” ...

Who goes to a Selena Gomez concert? If you’re over the age of 20, the only reason to be there is b/c you brought your kids (or someone’s kids).

Why would you choose to give yourself a breast exam while leaning against a chain-link fence? I’d have though Kimmie would have better health care coverage. #insurance

The fuck? All those cliches and mansplaining phrases plus Prince as an

I think Daddy Gerber looks a tad skeptical about the entire operation. Not to mention the outfits. It’s like bad 70s era wallpaper.

Amy is great and all but do not mess with Tig. Stay *away* from Tig. Tig is in a class all her own, and it’s the class where other professional funny people come to learn how to be smart and funny and perceptive as hell, without losing their compassion or empathy.

The Waterfield designs from SFBags.com ... just shy of “ouch” in terms of price, but great leather, durable as hell, and get better as they age.

Conscious coupling. And uncoupling. And coupling. And uncoupling. With maybe a few sessions of actually cupping. Consciously.