This is such a stupid way to think about motherhood. I have a three-month old, and this is not how it feels even one iota. It's so not a job. I'm so in love with that kid, I'd do anything for him. Not a job. Not at all a job.
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What fun to be reminded of how much they enjoyed it, initially. Especially Ringo, who I always pictured was just so stoked to be so lucky.
Thank you for reminding me that one hundred years ago I had diarrhea at a dude's house on the first date. And it was not a bathroom with a little window you could crack open for ventilation. I think I'm going to go have the PTSDs now. Thanks.
I call bullshit. What factory farm that produced eggs would have a rooster running around to fertilize the hens? We've all seen pictures of the cages those chickens live in; they leave no room for conjugal visits. Nope. Not having it .
Oy.
She reappeared after her kid was born with less nose than she previously had. It's a shame; she was beautiful in her previous nasal incarnation and increasingly she looks just...like a whole lot of other people but not herself.
Came here to say just that. That's some creepy shit, there. Not a lot of mystery about what the children she will abandon her career to raise are going to look like, eh?
I think I dated him back in 1968.
I have seen Reality Bites an embarrassing number of times. Including in previews in the theater twenty years ago. But when I watched it again a few years back, I was unprepared for how unbelievably hot the Troy/Leilani sex scene was. Like, o hot that if you told me they were actually fucking I'd believe you.
Um...not so much with the expensive. We just adopted a newborn last month (well, the adoption won't be totally finalized until summer, but he's ours and will remain so unless one of us goes publicly insane), and it was less than the average cost of a domestic adoption, at least as I have seen such averages…
My husband and I had the immense good fortune to live in Germany for the academic year of 2003-04. We traveled a lot within Germany, and if I had a nickel for every time I heard the Tom Jones song "Sex Bomb" being played at a public event (a song which I had NEVER heard in the U.S. and still have never heard here), I…
And the crazy thing is that all his photography looks the same, which is to say mediocre and overly-dependent on the are-you-fucking-kidding-me-how-are-we-still-hung-up-on-this-it-is-fucking-2014-people goddamned ring flash. I do not have a yawn big enough for his "naughty teens taking pictures in the rumpus room"…
Brother Vincent is sporting the pallor/dark red circles around the eyes combo that I have come to associate with narcotic addiction. Not saying he is, just saying he has The Look. Interestin'....
I thought this, too.
yes! he's great in everything!
I don't just remember it, it was hugely formative in what I thought a) relationships would be like and b) what I thought work places would be like. Also, c) an enduring soft spot for Bruce Willis, despite his douchey politics.
Loved that show. Do you remember the man with the southern accent who ran the studio trying to negotiate a relationship with an equally powerful woman he met in the business world? I think of it often.
With real pearls.
She needn't sully her gloves. In her ubiquitous purse she carries a small discreet device. ;)