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I got bored one day and found some Vanity Fair or New Yorker article that covered some of it at that time. Katie got a bunch of residences set up in different states so she could pick which state she wanted to file in. Also Tom took less than two weeks to sign the divorce agreement. He didn’t even bother to negotiate.

Her story of escape is amazing, and I hope one day she will be able to tell it in full (after Suri is older and the NDA runs out, or when Tom dies).   She engineered some real CIA shit to literally escape. 

Would you like to know some useless information?

Madonna is all about Madonna but damn if that isn’t the greatest plastic surgery on earth. 

I don’t read too much into it. My husband has two brothers (no royals...but all are fairly well-off) and they aren’t close, but they and we are cordial. We all have our own families and live separate lives, with different views on a variety of subjects. There have been times when they were closer and times when they

No, it’s not off topic. The British royals exist primarily as a conversation starter about how glamorous they are, so you’re actually precisely ON topic.

I was really pissed that they made that choice. Steve and Miranda grew a lot during the series.

rob morrow sort of fell off the face of the earth after that FBI show he was in; janine turner made a pivot to the dark side; john cullum is still with us but 91...this one might be better left to our imaginations, unfortunately.

This guy and his band came through my rural area in the midlate-aughts, and he was a SUPER creep. Like a sour “do you know who I am?” attitude, sprinkled with disdain for the rural Midwesterners who, no, did not know who he was — topped with “I am clearly a rock star” attire.

Say what you want.

They’re moving too quickly. It seems that they were in the mid-90s just a few months ago. If they keep up this pace, they’re going to be wearing the dreaded skinny jeans by year’s end.

I both love and hate strolling through the aisles of Urban Outfitters, where I worked in 2006, and seeing shit I would be begging my mom to buy for me from DeLiA*s in 1996.

I am both delighted and repulsed by all the crushed velvet, ribbon hems, wide-wale corduroy and itty bitty Paris Hilton mini dresses.  

Honestly, fuck Colton. As a fellow queer, yes the journey to self acceptance is hard. However, this man stalked and abused his ex girlfriend to the point he put a tracker on her car and created fake texts messages to himself to show her he was also being “stalked. I’ve known lots of folks, self included, who

I wrote about a supernatural/mystical/unexplained experience I had for the Scary Stories contest a few years back. Other readers actually helped sleuth a bit of what happened, which took me down a rabbit hole on my own and now I own way too many books about ghosts, hauntings, premonitions, and other-worldly

My obituary will read “avid watcher of Bar Rescue”, because I leave it on and go cut grass on Sundays. The yelling somehow keeps the dog from freaking out over the lawnmower noise.

Uh...

I really hope people don’t find out how much shitty ghost TV I watch after I die.

She looks so uncomfortable, in general. Oy. She can feel however she wants about it and I don’t care to comment on her body either, but it’s hard to feel sorry for a family whose entire brand is based around making others feel bad about themselves. They’re always carefully controlling every image, every moment,

When young, rich and happy* aren’t enough

Not sure I would call that a swimsuit. Those labia covers on a string are not really attractive (in my opinion) on anyone - influencer or otherwise.