So a 36/37 year old is playing the single mother of someone who is over 12? This does not seem to be an error in casting. A whole lot of mothers had kids at 20 or younger.
So a 36/37 year old is playing the single mother of someone who is over 12? This does not seem to be an error in casting. A whole lot of mothers had kids at 20 or younger.
Pretty sure there are some 5's missing there. That "8" made me bust out laughing so fucking hard the first time I watched it.
Because I like to be super up-to-date, for the past three months or so I've been listening to his podcast with Moshe Kasher, The Champs, which ended in like 2012 or something. I've now just started chronologically from the beginning because I love that shit. Every week they (white-ass American Irish and Jew) interview…
My body is a gift but people keep trying to return it.
That must have been a hell of a job, has always sounded a lot of fun to me.
My dad has a (hybrid) SUV. It's one of the nicest vehicles I've ever driven. Both the additional clearance and the 4WD are necessities for him, because every week or two he's driving a kilometer along a frequently-unplowed dirt road with a lot of ups and downs. People do actually use them as intended, although…
But children with ridiculously huge tits.
One of the things I really liked about Eastern Promises is that the friendly grandfather mobster guy is just a fucking terrifying bad guy and has no redeeming qualities, once you get to know him. He's not quirky or unusual, he's just evil.
I thought the final shot was meant to be a reference to Michael Corleone at the end of the Godfather, so, yes.
He's clearly absolutely terrified, and is nearly slaughtered several times (not to mention the bystanders used as human shields). One of the best fight scenes I've ever seen, in that it looks like a fight might.
Because Citizen Kane is about people like Trump.
Ummmm.
Denching is illegal in 27 states.
Oh yeah, (a) I explained things pretty poorly, and (b) I do recognize that the judgmental…ness?…ity? is a problem with me as much as with the so-called picky-eaters. (In the case of my sister’s mother-in-law, I suspect it is more to do with being lazy, but she drives me batty in various other ways as well).
I don’t think of kinks as dysfunction (though they can be), nor do I think that the origins of this lie in anything sexual. Just that I figured it had its origns in childhood, like kinks.
I seem to have explained myself very badly. Apologies.
Fair enough. FWIW, I recognize that this is just as much a problem with me as with the picky eaters. Also, I don’t know if this helps, but the turkish stuff is almost certainly not mayonnaise, and likely either tahini, yogurt, or garlic sauce. But it’s still “saucey”.
"Choice" is a difficult and loaded term. Does a gambling addict "choose" to gamble? We know a fair bit about the brain circuitry involved in this, and other addictive behaviours, and "choice" seems like the wrong word. Does an obsessive kinkster "choose" to not get turned on by vanilla sex? We know a fair bit about…
A lot of people cook salmon really badly, maybe that's it?
I mean, I'd have a hard time dating you because I'm a straight man (and married), but I couldn't ever see myself with someone who wasn't actively interested in exploring food. It's kind of a big part of many people's lives.
I find it hard not to be judgemental of people like this, but I suspect ultimately the problem is with their childhood experiences. It sounds much like a hardcore sexual kink - something that develops in childhood and stays consistent well into adulthood, and is very hard if not impossible to change by then. So I can…