No, you are not being too grumpy at all. This is wildly tasteless and ill-conceived.

“Can we, should we separate the man from the fictional character who we all exalted, loved, needed, and in some respects, worshiped the idea, the notion behind?”

I agree—I think this is a fabulous cover.

That is one brilliant, terrific cover, capturing the myth, the violence, the domestic affective relationship between the viewers and the cast, everything. Brilliant.

It may be a minor point, but I’m glad that the “shatter” obliterates Cosby’s image and leaves the others relatively intact. It would seem unfair if the rest of the cast was defaced or vandalized.

A hairy Italian woman? Go on....

I'm sorry, but that is an illusion, combined with lightning and makeup. This child is so wrinkly it's seriously scary. I nearly dropped my Jamba Juice when I saw her at Barney's.

Taylor Swift is hardly the first artist to write about their romantic life and their break-ups. Pink’s written about her breakup. Heck, Don’t Speak was about Stefani’s breakup with Tony Kanal. I don’t know why people act like Taylor Swift pioneered break-up music.

You need to stop communicating with this man. He's cheating on his wife and you're not moving on with your life.

“I’d say in a relationship 50 percent of the time I initiate sex, and then 50 percent we don’t have it,” she announces.

Maybe I’m just not a romantic, but there’s no time period I’d rather live in than this one. Or maybe the future. But right now we have disposable tampons, birth control, antibiotics, air conditioning, divorce laws, safe abortions (where available) and surviveable c-sections. I’m a cynic and I bitch a lot about what…

Everyone was still in their peak during her time. Teresa was a lot less depressing, Caroline still looked to muppets for hair & beauty guidance...everything was simpler.

Good thing he was a SEAL. He’ll need all his skills to survive this one.

she is my all-time fav housewife of the entire franchise. it is def in the “things i LOVE remembering” file in my brain. pure entertainment; RHONJ hasn’t been the same without her.

This is me and my vagina celebrating my child-free state.

So much this. My body is already screwed up in a few ways; I’m fairly certain that gestating and pushing out a baby would be a nightmare for me. It’s annoying when people ask why I don’t want kids, because that’s one of the top ones, but it’s not really something you want to delve into with most people.

Same here, on top of my list of reasons to not have kids is to not ruin my body. And I won’t tell much people because I already get scorned for not wanting children anyway, but my body is already a pain in the ass, I don’t feel like going through more shit. I’ll just be the best auntie in the world. Or I’ll adopt…

I am so happy with my own decision to NEVER PUSH A HUMAN BEING OUT OF MY BODY EVER IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. I become more comfortable with it with each passing year and terrifying article.

Winter House/Summer House

Butch leisure wear, femme business casual, androgynous cocktail attire. These are the kinds of styles I’m interested in, not that basic ass bandage dress.