Yeah. I mean, I’m happy anytime people appreciate her, but the ones who have to make that little self-congratulatory caveat first about how they can now bestow thier precious acceptance upon her because she sometimes wears day clothes just turn my stomach. Like they’re so smart for being able to differentiate between…

This. This all day, forever. Every time I hear the whole “Wow, she’s really talented behind all those annoying crazy outfits she wears for attention! Why she gotta even do that?” bit I just want to bludgeon someone with a McQueen armadillo heel. Do those people never consider that she enjoys wearing that stuff? Cause…

Pretty much anything Treacy has put on Gaga, or a scary Paco Robanne disc. I love them all.

NEVER FORGET.

Oh man, in 2000, my very first job (besides babysitting) was working in a little jewelry/whimsical clothing retail shop. Shop was very tiny and business was always slow. I had just taken a field trip to NYC, and my co-worker was asking if I’d seen various typical NYC things, like people who sell knockoff designer bags…

BELL OF SHAME.

The Myrcella scene made me saddest of all. For a second there, Jaime getting to openly embrace one of his own children for the first time was so heartwarming to watch, I thought Ellaria’s kiss was made so obvious just for purposes of making us nervous.

Haha, right? This little guy would just work himself into a frothing rage over it and just gnash like crazy at you until you stopped. I don’t know why; I know he didn’t come from an abusive background and just assumed it had to do with him growing up around kids and their roughhousing. He had so much attitude about it…

My cousin had this little Papillion mix who detested any kind of wrestling or scuffling between people. You could be sitting on the couch and smack the person’s knee next to you—or heck, your own knee—and he’d come running through the house to growl and snap at whoever’s hands until they stopped. He took peacekeeping…

Talk to me after you’ve sucked a dick, Brody.

Hahaha! At first I thought this was a response to my post about the Gilmore Girls movie, but yes to both counts!!

My No. 1 fantasy is waving a wand that replaces my entire wardrobe with nothing but fabulous kaftans and statement jewelry.

Seeing as how Rory (whom I don’t hate, fwiw) graduated Yale in 2007, right as the recession started to hit, I always imagined that a great plot for the movie would be how she struggles to stay afloat while another of her peers who didn’t go to college—Dean, Jess, Lane, etc—has great success. And of course Lukelai…

What confuses me most is that she is in a position to be very familiar with all the reasons this is problematic. As both an adjunct professor for African-American studies and someone who works closely with PoC on racial issues, she has to be fully cognizant of how offensive appropriation is to PoC, and that a white…

Yeah, I found that odd as well. Like they just showed up at the newsroom with some old and current photos of thier daughter like “Wanna hear some weird shit?”

some members of the group did have doubts about her background: “It was discussed among close members to me, and we kept it like that.”

Good to know. This was my first time; I’ll have to try it more often! :D

For some reason, looking at their faces and imagining them sitting on their beige or dark blue couch, talking about gay marriage with shaking heads and being like, “We gotta do something about this!” and then coming up with this idea and getting super stoked about it like it’s really going to make a difference, and…

Haha! I am suuuuper sensitive to noise—I’m the woman who consciously walks very softly in her own home out of fear the invoking a neighbor’s wrath. My boyfriend is a naturally loud talker. Occasionally I bring it to his attention, but most of the time I just sit there fighting the urge to dive under the restaurant…

hey thanks! There’s a bunch of them on display at the store now and I keep seeing them and getting thirsty. :D Now I know which ones to try!