Lily, Honey, no....those are called starvation hallucinations. You need to eat.

Agreed. And therein lies the rub: the women that have come forward, at least the ones that I have read about, didn’t call him out on their discomfort. I believe Creepy Uncle Joe has always behaved in this manner with both women and men: it’s part of his developed persona. I also don’t think he means any harm.

OMFG People.  Please lighten up.  IT’S COMEDY!  

That first picture of them with his arm around her looked like a kid with his arm around his mother. You be You, Kate, but then the very next photo shows that this boy toy doesn’t even know how to kiss.  Blech!

I prefer to live my life Goop Free, thank you.

Laverne DeFazio is my spirit animal.

Gwyneth Paltrow rant ahead: consider yourself pre-warned. From her pretentious name to her pretentious company and every little thing in between, she consistently wins the most annoying “celebrity” title from me. I completely understand that she gets her pretentiousness naturally; from her pretentious NYC actor…

Read the book about 6 months ago and was excited to see the movie. Emphasis on see. In the book the reader can’t “see” anything, just like Malorie, so I was excited to actually see, with my own eyes, the drive to the supermarket, the various impediments on the river, etc.; which, incidentally, were more harrowing to…

Seeing SO. MANY. MEN. state, using these actual words, “You never ever hit a woman”, on the various half time/pre-game/post-game NFL shows over the weekend and last night just drove me insane over the weekend.  My Hot Take:  You never ever hit ANYONE.

Anger and Rage Here! As a teenage victim of sexual assault (violent rape by an unknown assailant: home invasion by a stalker-if you want the gory details, go find my “scary” story that the Kavanaugh hearings compelled me to share publicly for the first time in my life), I can assure you that the police could honestly…

C’mon! You just CAN’T hate on this show. SO much has happened, and so much of it just fantastic to watch, and ponder, and roll your eyes at while at the same time you’re identifying with some aspect of every fucking character.

Great sex, and a true sexual spark that never died, was the only thing that kept my ex and I coming back together again after at least 3-4 breakups over a twenty year period. Broke up for good in 2011, with a few drunken hook up calls from him over the next few years which I always politely declined. Just couldn’t…

When you look up Creepy Little Fucker in the dictionary there’s a photo of Woody Allen.

Nope. AshLEEEEEE and her mate are def not Bohemian. Just weird AF. End of discussion.

The physical wounds healed quickly. I was (as were the doctors) so very worried that I was pregnant. THAT didn’t happen. I would’ve torn that fetus from my womb as soon as I possibly could if that had been the case and had to discuss that possibility and what we would do with my parents. My dad thought I was still a…

Thanks. I can’t even tell you how terrifying it was. I thought he was going to strangle me to death with that telephone cord. I still can’t handle anyone touching my neck. I try to present a very calm cool and collected I’ve-got-my-shit together demeanor at all times, but watching Dr. Ford testify in front of those…

Yes. I would. Tom Hardy. Not Riz. He looks too small for me.

Senior year of high school-in the eighties. My parents had moved our family to this godforsaken desert city from the Midwest the middle of my junior year. I was a fish out of water; often quite literally. Left my boyfriend in the Midwest; my first true love. We spent a few months with feverish phone calls, long love…

Selecting the perfect pumpkins based upon the types of faces I feel like carving every year is a joy; as is settling down on the floor of the living room with the floor covered in newspaper, my favorite (sharp!) knives in hand, some sort of football on the TV, and carving my pumpkins. There’s always a happy-go-lucky…

Megyn Kelly can Suck My Dick.  And I don’t have one.  She makes me sick.