I’m going to go to that Beauty Before Brunch thing at Sephora on Sunday and bring the lipstick to have them show me how to get that matte, even look. Will probably also buy perfume and darker lipliner.

That was my thought as well, I’ve walked into bathrooms where someone just had or was in the process of taking a shit and that’s just life. But it does depend on the bathroom — if it’s some gas station bathroom where the trash is going to sit there for HOURS, look for an outdoor receptacle. But if you’re in Target or…

Am I insane for thinking those outdoor trashcans at gas stations near the pumps would be ideal? If you bagged it up, as you’re supposed to, no one would be any the wiser.

I recently had to give up one of my cats to my mother because way back when, she was petsitting and made the mistake of letting him go outside. At her house that’s a safe thing to do because the entire property is enclosed and it’s way out in the middle of nowhere, but it was all downhill from there once I got back.…

Keep it in a creepy room that you refer to as ‘the study’ and don’t let your kids go into, which is also where you keep your guns and have your weird illegal pornography locked up. Some say it contains a mirror that will show you your own death.

Supposedly it was a filthy hoarder’s den before GND started filming there in the individual bedrooms...I’m imagining back when there were like 10 girlfriends it was like someone blew a bunch of pink plush fabric and glitter into a crack house.

He did. And she went on to say that some women took them willingly, some didn’t, but Hef wasn’t drugging women’s drinks himself. I think a bigger question is how much he let slide from his “friends” whose names weren’t on the deed to the Mansion.

Hef is like a very old spoiled bratty child, except given free reign over the Mansion has turned him into a Henry VIII-type monster.

CALLED IT. Holly Madison’s book gave a pretty dark glimpse into the rapey culture at the Mansion. Cosby and Hef probably got their ludes from the same person.

My fancy aunt used their body cream! She gifted me a jar when I was around 10, but I was rarely allowed to wear it because my dad claimed it gave him a headache. But I’ll never forget that smell.

I’ve worn red lipstick in the winter for years, and it looks good — just requires maintenance compared to a gloss or glazey color. The elderberry is a near-black purple; I like a touch of goth, but it just looks weird when the inside of my lips show like when I smile.

I’ve got decently full lips and am very cool toned, so the color isn’t an issue as much as how it applies. The light pink of the inside of my lips always shows, a lot of lipsticks don’t “stick” right.

It’s not even the darkness that gets me, but it contrasts so much with the inside of my lips. I think I need to dry and set them with some powder or something first, but I’m going to the Beauty Before Brunch thing at Sephora on Sunday and am gonna have them do it and show me.

“Cherries in the Snow” by Revlon is what my grandmother wore. She loved being a winter on the Color Me Beautiful palette and was all about some jewel tones.

Do those of us with darker red (auburn) hair count? Or are we just not ginger enough?

I knew a guy like this in college. He had thick, satin-shiny, blazing red hair — if a woman had that color, no one would have believed it was natural.

What a sadistic dumbfuck. Money can only protect you so much — is this douchefart aware that ALF is still a thing and that he and his family are walking targets now? At least there’s some ironic justice somewhere in there.

My former fiance was like that. I was the one working (figures) and he’d be playing FIFA on playstation when I left and asked him to clean up the kitchen and toss the sheets in the washing machine while I was gone. 6-8 hours later I return and he’s still playing FIFA, the house is still dirty, and if I brought it up…

It’s the little things because you’re reminded every day. The big things — religion, family differences, what have you — would probably be discussed and resolved in the earlier days of the relationship. But if, like the commenter below, your husband won’t close the closet door, you’re reminded every. single. day. And…

That’s either a trophy wife or the wife of a very religious man. For the latter, you only get that time before you get knocked up.