Yeah, my tastes have been getting stronger over the years. I went from Avon Soft Musk to Fracas. :)
My mother was constantly buying aerosol cans of “Smells like Giorgio” and other designer impostor fragrances, which I did not care for. I believe that she sprayed me with them a few times, but the weren’t my thing. I am remarkably consistent: I still like or love every perfume I have ever worn regularly: Laura…
So much better than the horrifying body odor it covers...
Oooh, I love Amarige. I almost bought a bottle on Sunday, but then I was like, “Does this really meet a need that isn’t met by Tatiana, Do Son, and Fracas, which I already have?”
“If Leo Tolstoy had written Taken, it’d be forty hours long and half of it would be an explication of the global events at work in France and Albania, while the other half would explore the personal relationships and motivations governing the conduct of Liam Neeson, Maggie Grace, and Famke Janssen. Also the French…
I’m developing a pilot in which a character we’ll call “Mé” (mousy, nondescript, bookish, slim and pretty but doesn’t really believe she’s pretty, clumsy) goes on vacation in England and finds herself torn between Mr. Darcy and Petruchio, all while getting help from new friends she meets along the way, Jane and Will.
“So, again, back to my hypothetical: say by late October, entrance and exit polls of people who have already voted in early voting, as well as national polls of registered and prospective voters begin to paint a very bleak picture for Clinton.”
What I hate about that book is that all of the rape and abuse is so graphically and lovingly described, but the consensual sex is very “fade-to-black, use your imagination.” I flung (flang? what is the right tense here?) that book straight into the garbage can when I was done.
She may have been joking, but I don’t think that is a perm. I even remember her having some pull-quotes in “The Curly Girl’s Handbook” about all the work she goes through to straighten her hair for tv.
I just...the subject was curly hair, and she was trying to prove she has naturally curly hair. She could have used the same damn picture, and just said, “Here is a picture of me in 1971, dressed as a person in 1971, and as you can see, my hair is curly,” and I never even would have been the wiser. Why did she need to…
Every woman I know with straight hair is jealous of curly hair.
Huh. I just realized I would be more comfortable with Kim Kardashian being president than with Trump. And I am curious what a First Gent Kanye West would bring to the White House.
This would never have happened at Thigh Mega Tampon.
Drake without his beard* reminds me of Homer Simpson shaving:
It worked long enough for her to get pretty famous.
Who on earth thinks Laverne Cox is 31?!
I think Kristen Stewart’s outfit is pretty, but I think a combo of the sleeves and the hovering outline of Jesse Eisenberg’s suit behind her is messing up the lines.
“Poofy Gowns, French People, and a Shitload of Diamonds on the Cannes Red Carpet”