Because consensual BDSM play has nothing to do with actual rape. Many sex-positive feminists engage in BDSM without it conflicting or cancelling out their feminist politics.
Because consensual BDSM play has nothing to do with actual rape. Many sex-positive feminists engage in BDSM without it conflicting or cancelling out their feminist politics.
Lots of women have rape fantasies. Please remember that kink shaming is not okay, and neither acting in nor viewing videos simulating rape is an endorsement of actual rape.
I always cry when Emma Thompson implodes in her bedroom (with Joni Mitchell in the background), when Olivia Olson sings All I Want For Christman, and yes, during God Only Knows. Always. Every time. Sometimes I also cry during the intro, depending on my mood. Yes, I’ve seen this film probably every year since it came…
I always.fucking.cry. when God Only Knows pipes up at the end...
“No. Do you make crackers Brian?”
To be fair, lots of companies are requiring slogans on T’s during the holidays. Like at Bloomingdale’s all the staff has to wear a shirt that says “Roofie my drink when I’m not looking”. It’s tongue in cheek.
She’s also incredibly smart. She used to write White House budget policy.
YES! So what, Ina’s rich. She’s a good cook and a good TV personality. And she owns it. Unlike Pioneer Woman and her fake homespun persona/story.
But he can step off making fun of Ina Garten. That woman is a damned good cook, and her recipes always work. You know if you’re using something she wrote, it has been tested to within an inch of its life and the results are reproducible. Sure, she’s privileged, but she owns it and she is good at what she does.
Cuckoo bananas is the perfect description for it.
Yes the most direct correlation for me, is to that of the entitled weird guys who blame society and the “norms” for their lack of female attention. “But I’m such a nice guy! Why don’t women understand how I deserve them!”
I did not wake up this morning thinking I would like Ariana Grande, yet here we are.
You need to text me before you try shit like this. I could have told you that you would have been VERY disappointed. That shit needs the best chicken stock you can find a potato and some fucking cream (along with the onion) before it would even BEGIN to taste like something.
That looks absolutely terrible.
Shouldn’t an arrest be made here? Kicking someone is considered assault, no? Or is this one of those ‘he was a minority so it’s totally cool’?
You know, they didn’t get a horse to direct Seabiscuit!
Okay true, Mark is pretty alright, even if he’s a little too married to Whedon for my tastes. I used to absolutely love Scarlett, but she’s a Woody Allen supporter. :(
Good lord almighty, that looks delicious. Methinks I’ve found my fall beverage.
BRB making clove bourbon now for Samhain.