She was clearly desperate to make a straw man argument and lied in attempt to validate her awful opinion. I wish they’d just hurl bad jokes at her every time she stumbles:
She was clearly desperate to make a straw man argument and lied in attempt to validate her awful opinion. I wish they’d just hurl bad jokes at her every time she stumbles:
Decimation is in the eye of the beholder. At least 62 million Trump voters look at this as an attack by the biased liberal media on a good conservative woman who made a mistake and admitted it.
She raised awareness of ... a non-existent massacre? The fact that she lies a lot? Awareness of what? And did she really have to do it three different times? It’s almost like she intended to go on lying until she got caught....
She is so charming. And while I can’t/won’t but mostly can’t dance, it’s hard to keep me down if Tightrope comes on.
This is the sort of thing diplomats spend hours, days over. “He wants to meet the babies.” “Not. A. Chance.” “Well, the Cambridges, then. Both of them.” “Highly unlikely. He can have Charles.” “He doesn’t want Charles. What about the queen?” “No queen. Just Charles.” And on and on for weeks.
I read an article yesterday about cross-gender casting (specifically regarding the Spicer sketch, but it gave a nice little rundown of how men-dressed-as-women is a go-to for yuks), which rightly pointed out that there’s an extra bite to the rabid press monkey being portrayed by a woman. I love it. I wallow in how…
If she does have to shake hands with him, I want to see her put on a pair of gloves over her gloves first.
I understood more than you think, and think less of you because of it.
Dorothy Hamill
Author’s Note: If you’re wondering whether or not Jezebel will be updating you with every piece of news about I, Tonya between now and its 2018 release, please rest assured that the answer is yes.
I’m within a few months of Winona’s ago, and I very definitely recognize that face: Six beers and a massive bong hit into a metal show, circa 1987, right before you start throwing devil horns, headbanging in a way that fortysomething you *will* regret, and hooting, “WHOO! FUCK YEAH! LEMMY!” even though Motörhead isn’t…
You know, they are all legit teenagers (Millie will be 13 next month) but every single time I see them, I just say, “Awwww”, as if they are small children.
“I think it’s just because she couldn’t hear what David was saying.” He then reveals that he thought Ryder’s faces were “awesome.”
I’m sure if it passed that we would be ok visiting California, it’s more of a protest move. Why give my pink dollars to a country that legalises discrimination against me?
Ooooohhhhh! Come to Alberta. We have dinosaurs!
Eh. I’d rather have two divorces by 32 than be in one unhappy marriage until I died.
Constance Wu is a badass. Doing the thing your conscience tells you is right even if it could hurt you (career-wise, in this case) is honorable and beautiful and I am really impressed by her speaking up. I also agree with her re: Casey Affleck. What a turd.
This is my favorite slow burn punchline in a looooooong time.
My husband once pissed me off before a flight. I stared out the window in silence for three hours, out the bus window for one hour and then through a 30 minute information session at the hotel, before finally continuing our fight once ensconced in our room. These people need to be sentenced to a rage repression…