“Goth Eileen Fisher” needs to happen. Growing up, I always associated the label with my school’s art teacher and the sort of 50+ women who filled their days with pottery class. But in these post-normcore days, dare I say it doesn’t look so bad?
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That white dress gave me the shivers. I mean, one wrong move and you are gushing like the elevator lobby at The Overlook Hotel.
Pro-Stabler, because his character traits also include “fuckable”.
Is it reasonable that I still haven’t gotten over Jerry Orbach’s death?
After the NYC MTA (mass transit) went on strike, the union leader was arrested. I don’t think they can arrest 800,000 people, so yeah, just strike. First to strike, Secret Service, Air Traffic Control (so Trump can’t go to Mar-a-Lago), and whatever division of the FDA supervises Chicken McNuggets.
I’m not sure Steve Kornacki has ever paid attention to a girl beyond her potential polling error.
That would be the work of her late husband, who was probably the smartest, savviest Pygmalion the music industry has ever seen.
Dasha, JESUS. She’s gonna make people explode.
Let me be the first to say:
Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!
Too bad they couldn’t invite Harry’s friends the Obamas — had to avert Trump jealous nastiness. Imagine how beautiful Michelle would have been and how much they would have enjoyed the inclusive ceremony.
I am INCENSED at the banal ‘efforts’ HRHs Beatrice and Eugenie’s hats. PILLBOX? GLORIFIED HEADBANDS?
That photo of Kitty Spencer looks like something off the cover of a romance novel. She is stunning.
That screenshot is EVERYTHING.
I think indoor plumbing might be the dark horse to bet on. I’d take it over birth control or dramatic sex, tbh.
Me, me, me ‘tis me, I was. I have lived in the times before online shopping, and though it was sometimes annyoing, it was mostly fine. NO IRL BROWSING however, is just not a future I want to consider.
Just want to say, Cynthia Nixon really does ride the subway. I saw her once on the M train going from Brooklyn into the city. Then she transferred where I transfer at West 4th St, and we road the A together. I got off at 14th Street and mumbled “I love your work” to her before I ran away. :D
Ahhh, now I miss Mark.