Having worked at a bank before, I can say that some of the steps seemed kind of normal. When someone without an account came in with a check for over a thousand dollars and wanted to cash it, we would verify their identity, and sometimes call the person who issued the check. This was regardless of the person’s skin…

I mean, it sounds more like a “this is falling apart and getting unwieldy” thing than it does a “I can’t fit this in my mouth” thing?

Mannequin. Everything from the opening credits song - In My Wildest Dreams by Belinda Carlisle - to the costume change montage song (Do You Dream About Me? by Alisha) to the supremely classic Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now. That soundtrack is my happy place, and I’m forever sore that In My Wildest Dreams was never…

Maybe don’t tell the reviewer how to do their job. Also, why use the longer way of saying something when a shorter, more succinct way exists?

Look. Listen. I was fine with peanut butter and pickles. That was actually really interesting, and the pairing worked surprisingly well together. But this? A world of no. A universe of no, even.

I just finished reading the Crazy Rich Asians trilogy. Now I’m onto The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, which will be followed by her Circe. After that, it’s off to Riley Sager’s The Last Time I Lied, Pat Barker’s The Silence of the Girls, and Amina Akhtar’s #FashionVictim.

“This is how I think of them: cut the wings off and if you just look at their bodies, they’re not that pretty. It’s literally a bug.”

Wow, Kylie. You’re like. So deep.

Pretty sure Trump deleting that “honered” tweet of his is already something that’s illegal, but sure, let’s brush that aside.

How much you wanna bet he was actually smiling at Ivanka, though?