Ding ding. Winner winner chicken dinner!

aww, what’s so wrong about sea monkeysys?

Ick the Nth.

My sister had a fling with a guy whose room was strewn with chicken bones that were the remnants of buffalo wings, we so desperately presumed.

In college I went to back to a boy’s dorm room* in a horrible lapse in judgment and discovered an (originally?) white t-shirt that was encrusted with what I presume was semen. Just tucked between the mattress and the wall.

Magnificent.

Midnight in Chernobyl recently got a bit of a push when it was featured in the NYT Book Review.

Maria Protsenko was certainly a heroine in this catastrophic event, who had to redraft crucial architectural plans by hand for use in the evacuation because photocopiers were illegal! While under stress and during a nuclear catastrophe.

I have read Midnight in Chernobyl, and I thought a crucial takeway from this disaster is that all of Dr. Guskova’s pioneering medical research into treating radiation sickness and radiation-caused wounds was that is was all unfounded and ultimately useless.

Those poor people.  That poor woman.

That baleful, horrified glare on the actor who plays Gorbachev just blasts through the screen. He has very little dialogue but, yeesh. I want to go find the real Gorbachev and hug him.  Then hit him with a baseball bat. 

We had to watch that in class in SECOND FUCKING GRADE. Kids literally shit themselves.

Holy shit.

Right? I mean, Selina has done some despicable and idiotic things, but she also displays a lethal cunning and self-serving slyness, but I can’t imagine her actually sleeping with her own staff.

In addition to all those salient points you make, watching this movie as a grown woman it strikes me that the most aggressive and subversive was Doralee, (Dolly Parton’s character), who is presented initially as this docile and subservient creature, yet she was the most aggressive!

The best answer!~

Preach!

You win the internet!

That is a lethal comment.  Well done

The only thing I can think of is that she was *purposefully* ruining that amazing coat. perhaps in some scenario where she discovered it draped over her chair in her posh, duplex apartment, and immediately recognizing it as not one of hers, deduced her husband was having an affair.