I convinced my husband to watch this movie by saying, “Hey, wanna watch Jennifer Ganer be really likable for a couple hours?”

I dunno, she tends to go for people with LOT O MONEY. It’s very Gentlemen-Prefer-Blondes of her.

and i’m only keeping one of the framed damon pictures

Well, maybe. But then again, there are multiple reports of her being a terrible human being. And cheating on him with THE BIEBS.

You may not know who Brantley is, but you gotta see his tattoo:

She is going to have some awesome sleepovers

Then all the Red Sox memorobilia, the Patriots bed sheets, and the framed Bruins Jersey. The Celtics stuff can stay.

"The first thing that's going is this fucking bat-cave".

The world’s youngest billionaire and Orlando Bloom’s youngest former wife were apparently “really into each other,” but I haven’t yet figured out why.

I tend to think, “You’re never too young to try something you might love.” Like a couple years ago I took an adult beginner ballet class, because I never took dance when I was little and thought it would be fun. And it was totally low-key, and for people who wanted to try it and learn something knew but knew they were…

I’m fundamentally opposed to trying to edit myself to be palatable or popular.

Holy shit, I had one of these!

Never have I been happier that my dad’s obsession is just ordering anything and everything on Amazon.

Bonfire of the Vans Tees

Better keep those bees away from the placenta hoarding Park Slope yummy mummies. I’ve heard a bee will cut a bitch for one. Or was it a wasp?

/bookmarking this post for whenever someone tries to convince me New York is the best city in the world

Is there a vaccine for this shit?

Nice. My parent’s age mid-lifers all did Harleys. So notwithstanding the “bespoke Italian dress suit” and “designer leather shoes” we are downwardly mobile. (I still firmly believe that all these “trends” are started by similarly aged orthopaedic surgeons looking to feather their retirement nests)

I... I honestly can’t tell if this makes me more or less angry than the story I read earlier today about artisanal beekeeping becoming the new trendy thing among insufferably twee Brooklynites.

Well isn’t that special.