I actually kinda thought it was similar to that. I thought it was a metaphor about how women get turned into “muses” by creative type asshole dudes but in the end the woman just goes until she’s used up and the dude finds a new muse. Supported by the dude’s “fans” lashing out at and slutshaming the woman while not…

Hey, I’m a faux intellectual. I’m an asshole, too! I feel I should go see this movie.

Look, I know I grew up in a rough neighborhood, but when the cops showed up there’d be four acid burned people stomping on a limp body in the train station.

How does one person manage to burn four people with acid in a train station and manage to get away to show off pics of her burns? How?

Acid attacks freak me out so much, and while I know that I’m statistically more likely to be injured/killed by something much more mundane, I can’t help but feel that they are especially dangerous and that acid can MELT MY FACE OFF at any time. This world is nuts. I hope the students recover well.

Oh, gods. Not Nergal again...

Fuck their excuse. “There just wasn’t enough time to speak in complete sentences in a real language!” It shows that they didn’t care then and they don’t care now.

The only yellow/house/Victorian thing I can think of is “The Yellow Wallpaper,” but I don’t know what that has to do with a drink.

They’re later joined by the Man In Black and Catwoman, who team up to disrupt their lives.

I haven’t seen the film, but here’s my educated opinion on it anyway: Captain Salazar is spirited to this house after Jack Sparrow defeats him.

Anybody make any cool purchases this week? I bought this for my yard and I’m living my best life.

Tried that! Selfish narcissism cannot be contained. My in-law we tried that on then showed up at the event with her kids saying she didn’t feel safe leaving her kid with the babysitter 🙄

My sister and sadly departed momma bought me the book after that show aired. I had just started my part time job at Lancome the year before, so Momma excitedly taped the end of it for me thinking I’d love it, which I did. As of Christmas ‘97 (a few months later), I was the proud owner of Making Faces. I’m still a…

When you hunt and eat squirrels, you have access to squirrel blood. She may not have done the hunting but I wouldn’t be surprised. My father took me squirrel hunting when I was six. (I was an abyssmal failure and, once he pointed the gun, preparing to shoot, I realized what was happening and thought, “Bambi’s Mama!?!”…

In a small household with one bathroom, the moms notice.

Must have been a helluva household to grow up in.

He was an Oprah once (I beleive it was part of the Making Faces press tour since it featured heavily) and it was one of the most delightful hours of that show that I ever saw.

Damn straight he was.

I didn’t realize that I had been waiting all my life for Jeffrey Wright to give us the perfect takedown of the retroactively overhyped Friends, and yet here we are.

It’s always fun to look back and realize that Seinfeld made a NYC-centric show that came half a decade later and was marketed toward a younger crowd look whitewashed and conservative.