Ditto. I know men who powder their balls, but didn’t know women used powder until today. Huh. I have, on occasion, a reasonable amount of sweat around my nether regions, but I didn’t know powder was a possibility. I mean... I guess it’s not, actually.

Panty liners

Bout six months ago.

WHY AREN’T WE TALKING ABOUT DRAKE’S ICE-CUBE-FILLED GLASS OF ROSE? YOU GUYS????

Wouldn’t have been scarier to showcase an actual, you know, cult? Like a Jonestown-Hale Bop-Waco-Manson family-Moonie-Scientology-Martha May Marcy Marlene cult? Why take artistic license with the word when its literal use would have provided a far greater wealth of inspiration? Why is Ryan Murphy so bad at this and…

The screaming may have been melodramatic, but can anyone here say that their internal monologue didn’t sound exactly like that when Trump won? I had a goddamn panic attack in my kitchen. And I don’t mind that Evan Peters apparently plays a maniacal psycho who celebrates Trump’s victory because I do think that’s…

You can’t make a horror story out of Trump’s election that is worse than what is actually happening. I’m supposed to give a shit about some rich white lady who is afraid of clowns? Thanks, but I’m sticking to the horror stories of families who are living in fear of being torn apart and deported, for starters.

Divorce is so unseemly. Somebody has to die.

I’m glad I’m not the only one. I see the previews and I’m like, “Oh that looks nice” but then I can’t sit through the whole movie. They’re SO BAD and no one ever has the slightest sense of humor which makes them a million times worse. The sap level is off the charts and I can’t handle it.

Women and MY DAD. I will forever find it hilarious and endearing that my dad, who works in a construction-related business, can fix anything, and plays poker with his buddies, likes to unwind with a good tearjerker of a Hallmark movie. When he’s had a rough week, my mom humors him by agreeing to watch one with him.

You are my first hire! Horrormark is an inspired name so you can be Chief Creative Director.

I just invented a new genre in my head - Hallmark Horror. I would love to see Hallmark’s take on a horror movie. The film would begin just like their cheesy Xmas movies - heroine has car trouble and has to remain in a quaint small town that is full of hot single men who all want to date her. But not all is as it…

Oh no no no no no no no. This is the channel I can’t stand. My mom, too, gets glued to it. I can’t. I just can’t. It’s unrealistically sappy and saccharine and I feel like I need to watch a 10-hour reel of explosions and car chases as a unicorn chaser every time it’s on.

It’s self-care! Seriously. The time I spend on makeup is time spent on *me*. I give zero fucks about looking attractive for men. It’s all about me feeling like “okay, I’ve applied my fighting face, so now I can take on the world.” I have a ton of eyeshadows I wear only at specific times of the year (it’s almost time…

Recently I’ve become fascinated the tribal aspect of many different forms of hair and make up. You’ve got bouffant, pink-lipsticked, mega-eyelashed church ladies looking at fake-tanned and smoky-eyed real housewives looking at a bunch of women who swear by the natural look and they’re all thinking, “How can you think…

In fairness, she didn’t say she was anti-makeup just that it shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes.

I’ll have you know I waste time in myriad ways-putting crap on my face is just one of them, and it’s nowhere close to being the most frivolous.

Says the woman with the immaculate cheekbones and gorgeous hair. :)

Counterpoint: putting on makeup makes me feel magical and beautiful and the process is soothing. Especially since I suffer from depression, and sometimes putting on a bold brow or power lip is the difference between me sitting at home crying versus going out and facing the world. Sorry zadie. Love your work, but don’t…