“I’ve found a power outlet, the equivalent of gold during the frenzied rush of the Bill Cosby trial testimony, reporters hungry for more juice, editors hungrier for copy. “

I can figure it out. Let me help. It is always harassment.

Weird that you have to hire three recruiters to convince your dad to give you enough money to start your own business.

It’s weird how when a bloke with a long-lensed camera creeps around in the bushes taking photos of topless women without their consent or even their knowledge, it’s fine if the woman is famous, but if the woman isn’t famous, the bloke is actually a creepy stalking pervert.

French press tried “it’s not shocking, it doesn’t matter, in France we are more evolved than you puritans” but still published them like “look at her TITS!” So fuck these people. Humans should be allowed to exist without being fapped over.

Lyrically, his music themes are generally “negging victimized nice guy” and he’s carefully crafted this underdog persona and talks about how he was a bullied outsider though, by all accounts, he was a popular kid who grew up in a comfy, well-educated, well-connected family who supported and pushed his music career. He…

I love that his defense is claiming free speech. He hates free speech! This entire case is about him instructing people to assault protesters... who are exercising their right to free speech. He’s slandered protesting on so many occasions. Not to mention his daily assaults on our free press. What a loser.

The Art of the Deely

Fuck Gossip Cop. Something isn’t true just because it comes from a PR person. 

Trump’s next executive order will probably be to outlaw tampons and pads and exile the dirty women to menstrual tents designed by Ivanka.

I actually farted on a guy dancing up on me once. It was vile and the look on his face priceless.

I’m sorry <3 My mom has Alzheimer’s too. Early stages so she’s functional for the most part still, but my grandmother had it as well so I know what’s coming.

She already cannot remember what state I live in no matter how many times I tell her. Her kitchen is a Memento-esque array of Post-It note reminders that she…

I’m sorry, that’s rough.

My mom has Alzeheimers and tomorrow is Kiara reminder of what it’s doing to her. She used to love to make sweet potatoes. Now its an effort to get her here with her hair washed. Sorry to be a downer. Long times reader, first time poster.