I mean, shouldn’t the answer obviously be yes?

I remember when we lived in a world where words meant something. These aren’t milkshakes, they are ice cream sundaes. Ice cream sundaes are delicious, but milk shakes they are not.

These are fucking sundaes. I don’t understand the confusion.

Think about the 10 most fun times you’ve had sex in your life—would you want to experience all these times again simultaneously?

When I was getting a little bent outta shape about something, a cute English boy once told me, “Shallow up!”

Bitter, sure, but she made some good points, no? If she asked Will to organize and ask for more money for their show, and she got that answer (“I got my deal, you got your own deals”), she has a point.

she is right

okay, maybe Aunt Viv is salty, but:

She may be crazy, but she is not wrong.

Nope, this is a straight up drag. Shade is when you go home later and realize you’ve been insulted. Jada and Will KNOW what just happened.

I think this

OK, so perhaps she didn’t go about this the best way. But I mean...I don’t think she’s wrong. I think it’s fairly obvious Jada and Will are pissed he didn’t get a nomination (not to say there isn’t a larger point about diversity to be made here), despite Concussion being a steaming pile of shit with an awful accent…

“It just ain’t that deep.”

Honestly the most important part of that is the end. The fact they’ve used their production company as a desperate ploy to get their own children famous for the past couple decades tells you where their priorities lie with modern media.

Oh, shit. Will and Jada better get some ice for those burns.

Truth. Most actors are childish, vain, selfish, bozos. It’s appalling for Jada to connect her disappointment that her husband wasn’t nominated, to larger issues of discrimination.

What an odd line of argument. I believe they’re boycotting, but there are lots of actors who only attend the awards when they, their loved ones, or their cast mates are nominated.

There is this weird American attitude that I have yet to encounter somewhere else that if you are from a traditionally cold place, the cold shouldn’t bother you, and like Marshall and Robin in HIMYM, you should be able to wear shorts and eat ice cream in the middle of a blizzard. I remember pulling on my big down coat…

Fighting or no, when a friend goes out like that, you follow and bring them back. Or at least take them a coat if you can’t get them back in.

*sigh* Winter in the Midwest you don't ever assume "someone picked her up" you call and freaking check! Mad at you or not, you keep calling.