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Queen Frostine!!!

YES..I love these pop art Peter Max profile wings! Fantastic! line of clothing in this fabric! Thank you.

T. Swift's background pose here reminded me of this:

These are much more interesting if you imagine them as some kind of forcibly-ejected slime-floe biological defense mechanism.

I know, right? Because Vegans are obviously the worst. Who doesn't love cheese? A heathen, that's who! Sorry, I'm totally messing with you. This author is apparently not a carnivore who eats sweet meats or entrails, because that is some stank fuel right there, my friend.

Piggy prefers the Fabulous Baseball Diamond.

I love how in the article the author says, "And their nanny, from Wisconsin, does not always know the difference between quinoa and couscous." As if it's a given that she doesn't know what quinoa and couscous are because she's from Wisconsin. WTF. I'm not even from Wisconsin and this offends me.

Please let Gemini's Twin have a reunion performance. Please please please.

I would not hate this is they give the nannies a certificate saying they are AWESOME AT COOKING and ORGANICALLY MAGICAL or whatever and it helps them get better jobs in the future. And they should pay them more after they take the class since now they are doing more work.

I became a nanny as a legitimate career choice—I couldn't take classroom teaching any more but for me, teaching is a biological imperative. I will lecture people in the grocery store if I don't have an appropriate outlet for my drive to educate. It was a good move;I make more money, work four days a week, have up to

Yes. She fully participated in creating the choreography for it. We can talk about the male gaze and her dance situated within that, but it's hardly like she has no agency. Not to mention that the pearl clutching that continues to THIS day over her foam finger rub down just shows how uncomfortable people are with

Yeah, women owning their sexuality is not feminist AT ALL.

Are you writing all that with your menstrual blood? If so, you're good. Otherwise, you'll need to hand in your card on your way out.

I would like these shoes please. Not even to wear, just to look at and siiiiigh over. Red velvet cake shoes. LIVING FOR THEM.

Just like the black-winged crow, caws the horror that you're seeing...oooh...oooh...oooooh.

I can tolerate any show that at least doesn't encourage whining or speech impediments. That said, I hope Caillou gets SuperAIDS from a rusty needle.