I think it is the pattern of lying that is a problem. The maybe lying about the visa timeline and this.
I think it is the pattern of lying that is a problem. The maybe lying about the visa timeline and this.
Ellie, which item on the aging pyramid worries you the most? I’ve lost sleep over my skin’s lack of receptivity.
...and on that note, a big welcome to all the commenters fleeing gawker and looking for a new place to hang!
It would be completely awful. I would hate it. That still doesn’t mean it is the logical or correct choice.
Generally I like the mix of fashion and music. I blame George Michael. In theory I should be all for this, but holy jesus Balmain is SO RELENTLESSLY UGLY. It hurts my eyes to look at it. It is too much of everything all at once. Ugh.
I think I’d have more respect for Kanye if his art and music wasn’t juxtaposed against the Kardashian backdrop. His work is diluted when Kim appears—a prop that is getting quite old frankly. Kanye’s descent into pop madness has more to do with the fact that his music has become a shit show of pretentiousness and…
high-end trash culture.
Well a common sexist stereotype of woman in power is that they’re shrill.
because they are insinuating that her laugh is too loud, too aggressive, too much and she should be relegated to tiny giggles behind her hand like a good, docile woman would. I mean, can you believe her audacity to actually laugh her real laugh??
Disagree. If she's going after Murdoch, she's a planetary treasure.
Someone on the main page is criticizing her for attending and I'm thinking you'd be crazy not to go just for this reason. So much fun to be had! And you get the inside dirt. And there must be alcohol. When I was working I got invites to political parties for people I reeeeeally didn't agree with. I always went. You…
Yep, the true inheritor of Stewart’s crown is Samantha Bee’s incisive Full Frontal. I can’t even remember the last time I watched a clip of The Daily Show, much less a full episode.
Understandable. Food me once, shame on me; food me twice — won’t get food again.
I think the last time I enjoyed food this much was probably Christmas Day 2012, which, incidentally, is the same day I ordered a bucket of chicken from Popeyes after taking two hits of acid.