Uggs in a wedding...

“It sure is a shame...” he said, the spurs of his boots jingling, “About what these people have to endure” Jeb gestured around him to the sea of Natives huddled around small fires and piles of belongings.

We made it so that she had two houses

This is the first time I’ve actually seen what Meghan Markle’s half-sister looked like. And damn. I knew she was older than Meghan but didn’t realize she was that much older.

God, until I googled I thought she was dating BRANDON Davis, oil-heir and coiner of the immortal phrase “fire-crotch.”

I mean, I was really thinking about that piece published on Medium that Gadot’s PR people made go away. She blamed two of her roomates/coworkers who were raped while she worked as a model with them in Italy for their rapes because they were “weak”. The second coworker was raped by Gadot’s male friend and Gadot was…

It must be nice to not get shot after kicking a cop.

Remember, even Harry had his “joke” http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1481148/Prince-Harry-faces-outcry-at-Nazi-outfit.html

I don’t know how long this is going to stay up on, but right now Wikipedia is showing this gem:

That’s what typical Blackamoor “art” looks like - a dark-skinned, often smiling black person wearing a turban. It’s racial/racist exotica.

Thank you. I’m sick and tired of defenders saying that the Royal family only uses private money today and doesn’t live off the public dime. (Anymore.)

Her dad was literally a Nazi. 

Oh, she will. It will be delicious. Her little Nazi soul will scream in distress.

Seriously. And now she’s claiming the whole “episode” distressed *her*?? Ugh she can go fuck off.

She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.

Must be nice to be a white woman

It’s a bad movie and so bizarrely racist.

We did it. “No. Sorry, not driving the baby all over everywhere. You know where we live, feel free to come up.” We do visit each side in December, but Christmas day is in the Lizard house. There was a moderate amount of wail and flail, but whatever I’m a mom I’m used to it.

When I was in high school my great-grandmother came to visit. She was 96 at the time, and as we left the house for dinner she told her son, my grandfather, 77 years old, retired steelworker, father of two, grandfather of four, and great-grandfather of three, “Orval, it’ll get chilly once the sun sets. Ought’n you take…

The mark of adulthood isn’t being married or having kids or having a 401(k), it’s accepting (even embracing!) that not everything is supposed to be tailored to you in particular.