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Okay, today sucks on Jez. It’s been bad news after bad news. This is May the Fourth, people. It’s supposed to be the day we celebrate a series of three really great movies, three meme-factory movies, one rose-tinted glasses movie and one “Is this really the same series?” movie that are all centered around the good

Impressive. Truly impressive. Why couldn’t we get someone like her in the role of a super hero?

Oh my god - i spent 12 hours in the bahamas and no one was there to wait on me. I had to drink vodka from a bottle.

If you hadn’t bashed velcro, I would have have given you two dollars.

Came here to say this.

No, Jane Horrocks is Bubble.

I find this hysterical.

I’m reminded of Ann Romney talking about how haaaaard it was going through college with Mitt’s dad only buying them a house, full tuition, and some lump sum for living expenses that was something like $20,000 adjusted for inflation.

Who knows. Probably some twisted “earn/prove something creepy Daddy” thing.

The gig has already been booked, gurl.

As an L.A. native (four generations in), I know this sounds snotty as hell. But I utterly HATE her concept of L.A./Hollywood and the way she paints it as some glam, shallow wasteland. L.A. is literally over 500 square miles with a population of 13 million in our statistical area (nearly 18 million if you include L.A.

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Young millennial Lana Del Ray fans, this is what you should be listening to (one of many):

As a Floridian I don’t want to hear about you bitching about 8 feet of snow if this is how you feel.

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Sorry, Lanz of Wispy Warbles. There’s only one Lust for Life, and it isn’t yours.

That is correct. It’s gentrification of an event that’s supposed to be the antithesis of the establishment. It’s taking something that is supposed to be subversive and independent and turning it mainstream and into a mockery of its actual self!

I think of it as Lollapalooza meets H&M in hell, sponsored by Absolut, Sephora, BMW, and American Express.

Also, fuck her for trying to cash in on the scandal. This pervert involved, not only underage women but, her toddler son in sex acts. And she stayed with him. Even if she avoids writing about her ridiculous marriage in the book, she has to know that people will run out and buy it hoping for tidbits. NOPE. Miss

She could call the book “Cock-up. Dickmatized by Mr. Weiner’s weiner”

that is appalling. completely unflattering and artless.