Aparna being on twitter is amazing for everyone else.  I’m not so sure it’s always amazing for her.

Truth. Heading over to IG to like that post immediately. 

I can get that it feels like a betrayal to your own kind, and that’s messed up. But it’s kind of like blaming the other woman more than your husband when he’s the one who cheated on you.

Nahhhhhh. It’s never more a woman’s fault than it is the man’s. Are they absolutely complicit? Yes. Are they trying to hold on to the sliver of power doled out to them? Yes. But you’re never going to change the power structure until you can get women like that the status they crave from other means. They do it for…

A bit, yes.

I think the wood-fired pizza oven is my favorite. So glad she recognizes it as a luxury, and even Gwynny can make mistakes and forget dessert!!! See how imperfect and relatable she is? Ha ha ha ha ha!

Omg. I’m so proud I have this in common with RBG!  

Oh totally agree. This story was horrifying. 

I mean, it’s not surgery. But it IS very much a medical procedure that requires a sterile environment and tools.

I think I got something called ‘Julie’s Story’, if I recall correctly. That was circa 1988 though. 

I thought the blowback for Jar-jar was largely based on the racism that was inherent in the writing, not he character himself. But maybe that was just in my world, and I don’t doubt that the actor got some sh*t for it, which is sad. Don’t think that character as written would fly nowadays, but what do I know.

That show is sexist AF. Tried watching it, and Dre is literally the worst part of the show. Huge man-baby that needs his ego coddled. He works at an ad agency, and his wife is a doctor, a freaking doctor, and HE’S the man of the house?  FOH with that ish.

HIm and Zach Woods  

so do futuristic hardscapes, but hey.

Right?  I need to use the dismiss button a whole lot more, I think. 

SO sexy

Oops my bad. Perhaps it was the glaring entitlement and hubris oozing out of your posts that made me think so. Oh well, you win some you lose some.

You’re a male, yes?

Please, good sir, tell me what I meant.

High five, sister! Get some! (Sorry that some has been bad, it’s what actually changed my sluttiness - odds were, the next dick I came upon was going to be underwhelming, and I was bored with that)