I used to work as a PA for a real estate agent. His office was in the front of the building with nice big windows, and I had a cubicle just outside his door. Across the aisle from me sat our male receptionist, directly in front of the doors.

Hah I should have scrolled down, I was just saying that I saw a woman talking about a co-worker she had named Pornpiss. It is not pronounced the way it’s spelled.

It’s a perfectly normal Vietnamese name ... that makes the worst possible English transliteration. Although I remember someone once saying they worked with a Thai(?) woman whose name was rendered in English as, um, Pornpiss.

MORE PROOF OF MY THEORY!

I’m pretty sure there’s some kind of law that says all pho places must be named with a pun. I’ve seen a “What the Pho” too.

Okay but only if they’re on a plate because I am afraid of deep things.

Have you see the Mid-Century Menu site? She makes a lot of these old recipes and then her husband taste-tests them. His faces are hilarious.

Yeah hand-washing a $25 dress is not something I’m gonna be doing. I’ll go to Old Navy and get one that goes in the damn washer.

This was my reaction to bearded Jamie Dornan in The Fall. His character is awful awful awful but I occasionally caught myself rooting for him and then thinking “wtf no”.

There’s a fondue place called Melting Pot that served the most amazing horseradish cocktail sauce. Since most of their meat dishes come with shrimp this is perfectly sensible, but I would put that shit on nearly everything.

Let us all raise a monogrammed thermos of Piglio Griglio in salute.

These descriptions are the best thing about any presidential race ever.

You are living my best life girl.

I can’t fucking wait. I’m 42 and menopause does not come early in my family. I may have another 15 years of this bullshit.

I guess I’m the minority, but I am not a fan of the material. It looks like a hood ornament.

and if multiple passengers are sharing a ride, it will play music of common interest with no input necessary.

But like ... how do you know what your skull even looks like until you do it?

It was like a vicious cycle, really. Because it didn’t look good in the first place because it was getting brushed out, and so if I’d just brush it more there would be this magical transformation into how it should look. So I’d brush and brush and ... well. You can see how that goes.

I’m pretty jealous of women who can do it and look great. I would look like a fuzzy bowling ball.

I think the Toast is getting Millihelen. Which is literally the only beauty blog I’ve ever enjoyed so I may have to drift over there.