That's the sad truth of it. I can't fault the woman for trying to sell an idea to an audience by following established gender/sexual norms if that's what it means to be successful in an industry where you are a minority. Gotta be able to eat.
That's the sad truth of it. I can't fault the woman for trying to sell an idea to an audience by following established gender/sexual norms if that's what it means to be successful in an industry where you are a minority. Gotta be able to eat.
I hoped that it would be interpreted well. In that circumstances, I would burst into insane tears, and no amount of onions would be able to disguise that.
It makes me think that girlfriend needs to find some better kissers. That poor lady has been deprived.
You have some good points, but in my personal, entirely anecdotal experience, a summer job is a good thing.
I don't know if I agree that a job for a high schooler is always a bad thing. Also, in some cases it's necessary. I baby sat and, beginning from the age of 14, worked. It was partially so I would have spending money (to buy my dance costumes so as to lessen the financial burden on my parents for my hobby and for…
He has only gone downhill since Frasier. And really, Nigel was always going to beat him as being the better brother.
Kelsey Grammer: just...go away. Go away.
I just spent the last five minutes reading his Wikipedia entry and this makes me want to vomit. I'm going to go look at pictures of kittens.
I'm not crying...I've just been cutting onions. I'm making a lasagna...for one.
Seriously. I was all excited, because I like J Crew and just popped over to their website (I'm way, way behind the times, I know), and was terribly disappointed. Oh? More baggy plaid shirts that skinny white girls wear? I want to look like an adult, not an underemployed 20-something that I already am. I love tailored…
You are making me sad! Stop ruining attractive, intelligent men with the realities of a political system that caters to the lowest common denominator!
I was under the horribly mistaken impression that Dancer in the Dark was a light-hearted musical (I didn't know who Lars von Trier was, obviously) when I watched it. You can imagine the volume of ugly tears I cried—I looked exactly like the Crow.
And then he looks over and speaks some Swedish and I die.
I've named my food baby Esmeralda. It's a nice to thing to say in restaurants, similar to the enjoyment I have of dancing on the bus.
That picture is incredible. There are so many beautiful aspects that both delight and horrify me.
I fear that my propensity for lying may preclude the use of griffin. Inflammation on the lady bits as a result of magical properties of merkins is so unattractive. And the screaming that results from said inflammation would most likely deter potential swains.
Well, as long as it's Meatloaf from Rocky Horror Picture Show and your wife dresses as Columbia, you two will rule the world. Presumably your lady can tap dance, or at least pretend to tap dance while twirling. I'm fairly certain that's what Little Nell did.
Thank you, I try.
Oh, darling, you're still using unicorn hair? Really, the very best merkins come from the eyelashes of baby dragons. Handmade, of course, by blind, one-handed elves.
I shall cosign this as someone who makes $1490 a month, after taxes. I will now go back to my rage-induced poverty twitch.