Yeah, that Dolley Madison can go fuck herself. 

As someone who once had a disturbingly lifelike version of his head made for a play, I can bitterly confirm that pretty much the first time it becomes available (i.e., as soon as it can be stolen from the dressing room), it becomes a speculative sex toy for every male who can get his hands on it, EXCEPT the poor…

This fucking sucks. I went to high school with Grant, and he was one of those people who literally never said or did a single thing that wasn’t kind or thoughtful. When he made it big, doing the weirdly brilliant stuff he loved, I was happy, because it meant the world was working the way it was supposed to: greatly…