Not that there's any excuse for it, but I could sort of understand sisterly shade if they were close in age. But no, Roberts is eight years older than her sis. A twenty-four-year-old woman mocking a sixteen-year-old girl. What an ass.
Not that there's any excuse for it, but I could sort of understand sisterly shade if they were close in age. But no, Roberts is eight years older than her sis. A twenty-four-year-old woman mocking a sixteen-year-old girl. What an ass.
It's a hot button issue because it hits the core of a lot of people's discomfort with sexuality in general and nudity in specific, and this discomfort is transferred onto breastfeeding because "OMG A BOOB." And then people like you come along and try to act all "Oh breastfeeding is a woman's right but gee I don't…
My lady garden thanks you for the James Spader gif.
I have not read anything about it but I would HAVE to think that it uses cell towers and not the gps module. If it didn't it would drain your battery pretty damn quick as you say. I am aobut to try it out though.
Open mouth selfies are way worse than duckface selfies, in my opinion.
Since I'm an Angeleno, I have to consult my state-issued ID frequently to remind me of my name, and it almost certainly wasn't Tara last time I checked.
"...her period, which is a type of bitch infection that women get in their underpants."
Alas, there is no handy Schoolhouse Rock that informs us how much three special sessions held by the Texas…
But if women talk 50% of the time 100% of the time, how can men talk 100% of the time the other 50% of the time? It's just impossible!
Ok, I get it, you don't have empathy. Also you think women are liars when they tell you about their pain. I bet that if you keep up the good work, they'll make you an honorary white man some day. Then you won't have to worry about other women making you look bad. Fingers crossed!
Breast article I've read in a while.
Dress for the job you want, not for the job you have. ;>)
In a time when people become famous for spontaneously exuding neurological flatulence the minute it becomes available (I believe most of you refer to it as "tweeting"), here's Mr. Simon—a foot soldier in the media wars for your attention. A man who has the courage to use the occasion of his mother's final descent to…
It has to conceal her enormous female brain! Girl Power!
So do I have to be "that guy" to point out that your haiku has six syllables in the last line?
Oh yay, yet another way to bash perfectly adequate parents!
If I said I wished all "scientific" studies that involve a couple of hundred students from the same university would immediately go up in flames, you'd assume I had psychopathic tendencies, right?