Heather Locklear is clearly a troubled person. So I can’t even snark on her, just hope she’s getting some help.

The dumbest part is that they can’t explain how Mueller is showing the opposite with indictments and guilty pleas. All this will do is give Mueller’s team ample justification for putting them in the hot seat.

Brevity is the soul of wit. Well done!

I keep writing and deleting a reply to you. I guess what I’m trying to pass on is:

I think the camel passed through the eye of that needle a long time ago. Nazis and pedophiles weren’t enough to stop them from supporting him, what’s a porn star? And it’s not like his wife gives a shit. Her payment was her pregnancy.

Evangelical Christians are so sold on the Republican Party I’m actually surprised it’s that low.

Support for Trump amongst white evangelical women has dropped 13 percent. 60 percent of them are still on board, however.

Well apparently someone is already working some conjure on her, got her looking like she 44...

I would have sent that mess off to an obeah man with the quickness. She would have been walking upside down and looking like unholy Hell and I’d just let that work itself out.

Wait, is this sista Jamaican for real? And you just gave her a bunch of your bodily fluids and hair?

Word.

“second chance, I hope she will change her ways.”

If someone were to beat the living shit out of this bitch I wouldn’t feel bad about it AT ALL.

Wypipo: mischievous tampering

Well everything in this was just delightful and now it feels like it should be summer but instead Maine’s getting another 12 inches of snow tomorrow and I just cannot.

I got to see it at a special O Magazine screening (YES, OPRAH WAS THERE) and I agree with the assessment that it was made for kids. Which kind of annoyed me, because Madeline L’Engle wrote stories for children but she didn’t pander or talk down to her audience, which I thought this movie did at times. This also…

I loved this movie so much. I enjoyed the book as a girl, and it worked for me on that level. More than anything, though, it felt like a love letter to my 13-year-old self: another biracial girl with a Black mom and an absent dad, who hated her hair and glasses and thought she would never be good enough. It was so, so…

No Aunt Beast? At all??

This reminds me of the lady that wrote into Dear Prudence about her friend that takes her cat to raves with her: http://www.slate.com/articles/life/dear_prudence/2016/01/dear_prudence_how_should_an_atheist_express_sympathy_without_sending_prayers.html

Horses hate bottle service. They really really do.