...No. If Philip Roth was allowed to write the same fucking story over and over, about boring, ruthless men on navel-gazing quests for sexual fulfillment — and win prizes for it — and be called one of the greatest writers of his generation — I think we as a culture can afford Beyoncé space to take what is personal to h…

My Barbies just had a lot of sex.

My sister and I had a radio station, which was a tape player with a microphone and a recording function, ads and news we wrote, and songs we cut in with it. We even put up ads for it on the fridge! It was so much fun, and we still have a bunch of those tapes in a box at my parents’ house.

This is amazing. And her parents clearly knew she was destined for this career path when they named her Hilde.

She is so indescribably lovely, but I can see the sadness in her eyes. I had the amazing fortune to meet them both briefly in the early ‘90s. My best friend and I worked at a little 4 screen indie theater in LA that hosted lots of screenings, and great art house films. I have so many stories! Here's one:

I wish they felt supported enough to be completely forthcoming. The Crown could have easily brought expert witnesses to explain why the women's behaviour afterwards in contacting him was not unusual. I feel like the judge actually believed them but his hands were tied because they lied on the witness stand. And if you…

Oooh, how sweet does that one read on you? Some reviews I see praise it as woody/spicy, and others are all like “yum, powdery amber and vanilla and rose!” (which...not for me). I ordered a sample of Lonestar Memories based on the description — leather and birch tar, woo! — and HATED it. On me it dries down into some…

I love perfumes, and I LOVE when I know someone by their perfume/cologne before I even see them. I keep trying to figure out how to ask my boss what cologne he wears without him taking it the wrong way. I have accidentally offended myself by overspraying, but I have honestly never been offended by another person’s…

Gulf south, and everyone here smells like the garden-variety (har har) floral Department Store Scents — flowers and fruits and gourmands and vanilla from the usual suspects : Dior, Estee, Clinique, Jacobs, Whatever Samples Sephora Is Foisting Upon The Unwitting Masses. Give me masculine leathers and woods or give me…

Endless Sumner.

My parents have always said that they decided to get married because they found out they were pregnant with my older sister - sort of a “wonderful accident” type deal. I didn’t realize until a couple of months ago that that makes no sense at all. Based on when their wedding anniversary is and when my sister’s birthday…

finally, also can we ban teenagers from going to movie theaters after 9pm???

Not famous? I’m Bears. Ask about me.

ALL of THEM - ALL. God damn - this is some righteous pride here. SMACK ‘EM ladies! Crush them and their puny misogynistic bullshit!!

Yeah, I heard the guy was, at the very least, a fuckup and the criticism was accurate (being roundly despised is quite the cherry on top). I still think Bale should have been better than that (why didn’t McG speak up?!). Then again, I wasn’t there. In any event, I don’t hold it against Bale too much, anyway.

You should have said - while waiting for her to reach the dogs - “By all means, move at a glacial pace. You know how much that thrills me.”

His sex life IS private, though.

But what if, years later, you still saw the behavior as flattering and ultimately harmless?

I would have, too. I know, at 13-14 years old I would have fucked any number of my celebrity crushes. I do think that sometimes we forget that teenage girls are sexual beings that chose to willingly engage in sexual behaviors. The issue then becomes whether 1) a 13-15 year old is mature enough to willingly consent and…

Alright here’s the thing: in the general scheme of things I am the Tyler of the grandparents that the Twerp currently has. I am the one that refused to be called by the G word and chose Nonah instead. Kid couldn’t say Nonah and so I ended up being “Donut” which I like that much more. (Fried cake! Bullshit, what’s not…