I’m sure they earned whatever allowance their father gave them from that money. They might have even done ... chores ... for it.

Well, that and the little jab Holly left at the end regarding Kendra wanting to fill in for Holly’s Vegas show.

I’m not in Vegas or dance, but if I were, Kendra probably wouldn’t be on my short-list for new entertainers.

I don’t mind it, because I am secure in my non-New Yorkness, but I suspect that it’s because a large swath of the contributers are a certain subset of twenty-somethings in a very specific geographical location, and that is How Things Are Done, there.

I’d like to see ink on some more ways to do Lady-ing, but I don’t…

I am totally with you. However ... this particular blog is devoted to beauty. Specifically.

On Jez main? YES. On a new blog devoted to ladies doing other things? YES. Here? Not so much.

I think you can schedule time with a dermatologist, if you find it upsetting. They love to talk about moles.

I’m totally doing this tonight. Possibly while pantless.

I’ll let you know if it results in giggles or tears.

I will be your soon-to-be-ex for this experiment.

My parents, on the other hand, were livid that the husband wasted money on jewelry when it could’ve been a percentage of a down payment on a home.

Sharing pants? Nothing. Talking about sharing pants on TV, derisive tone and all?

Tacky.

Yeah, but once upon a time the only reason anyone knew her name was his career, and ...

I haven’t watched the video and don’t intend to.

I’m probably a bit jaded ... I drove past a cyclist who’d been hit by a car, a few days ago. There were a few police officers around him/her and an ambulance in the background, blood all over the road, and three or four assholes uses their selfie sticks to get a better…

I think that’s a perfectly acceptable reaction to a horrible situation. I can see myself helping to build the barricade. I can see myself frantically calling 911. I can see myself running around in circles and vomiting profusely out of sheer terror.

What I can’t see is thinking, “LET ME GET THIS ON FILM SO I CAN POST…

A video of students barricading themselves ....?

Yes, but did she send it using a secure server?

Where were YOU in my kindergarten class? We would have been besties.

I was kind of hoping they were waiting for her to finish her word vomit so they could haul her back to jail. No dice, it seems.

The band director is tenured and in no danger of being fired.

Around here, we prefer to call it “Pirate Kansas.”

It’s the little things.

I hope she has someone now that will let her talk for more than fifteen minutes about her feelings.

His house, his aesthetic?

It took all the courage I had to paint my walls a color because I knew I’d have to resell a few years later. I’ve always wanted a bedroom mural, but don’t forsee that happening until I’m retired.