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I wore Ralph Lauren perfume throughout an intense, long-lived, doomed affair. Several years later a new boyfriend bought the same one (did he see an old bottle of it on my dresser?). I could’t bear the memories it brought up, so I returned it to the department store for some lovely gold-and-cubic zirconia earrings

They are amaaazing. I’ve been hooked on Le Jardin Sur Le Toit for several years now. I get compliments, and like the feeling that very few people know about it. I always have like to wear scents that aren’t ordinary or household names.

I use the amber-heavy Mervailles for winter too! The first time I smelled it was in the Hermes boutique in the Bellagio casino. The store was intimidatingly spare and bright. In a vitrine was the bottle. The salesperson was so sweet when I asked about it. I smelled it and fell in love. She gave me a sample vial (like

Applause for your aplomb.

Now that’s more like it.

I love that scene in Bridesmaids even though I’ve been sober 23 years. People who are into seeming to be perfect irritate me.

The Belk makeover looks done by a salesperson, not a makeup person, so I agree it could have been more wow. Congrats on losing the extra weight! My big complaint is how the photos were taken. Natural light is best. Facing those big door/window things, with the photographer’s back to them, would have been so much

I used to freelance writing “blog” posts for plastic surgeons’ websites so I recognize the tired formula in “contour the shape of the body, shrinking and flushing away fat cells even in the most inconspicuous of places. It is pain-free and requires no surgery.” I wrote that shit in every conceivable way about neck

I’m against the whole Dance Moms thing because insane and the poor children, so I’m just going to say that scraping one’s hair back so hard for years ensures your hairline is going to end up behind your ears someday soon. Can’t you see that, young woman?

She’s had the plastic surgeon install those threads, you know, in the corners of her mouth.

That sweater will never see the light of day again. Those thumbs are deathly.

Fragility discussed today on the Diane Rehm Show!

Antisemiticism is quirky?

Three cheers for Spy!

That poor child. What is mommy thinking, subjecting baby to insane amounts of noise and seemingly chaotic behavior (starting with: mommy)? The only reason Trump is running for president is because he has enough money that he can.

…except you have to actually touch someone to bludgeon them. Sigh.

But why is your oven set to 2819?

Thank you! It looks a little freakazoid, more for clubbing than, say, everyday. Maybe I could find some less extreme version…

The problem—and this is just my personal experience—is that “being there” is often on the adult’s terms, when children are generally so much better off being taken on their terms.