Star Trek: TNG meets laser cut-outs?

"Bonsoir Madame Paré!" You make this gay guy say "tu es belle, mon chère"

If I were in Dakota Fanning's shoes, I would date as many older male models as I can.

Ohh, yeah. The whole not showering thing was a not-so-insignificant part of what made me decide maybe I was wrong about wanting to be an astronaut as a kid! (I have horrible eczema, which probably would have disqualified me anyway, and I itch a lot if I don't shower often.)

I've said it before and I'll say it again: James Deen. Was Christian Grey described as a "short, kind of skater-ish, Jewish dude"? No. But do I care? ALSO NO.

Oh, my God! This clip is viewable outside the United States!

I am a 67 year old woman, and I remember playing "Poor Pussy" as a child. However, I only recall playing it with my cousins, at home, not at school, nor at a party. (The word "pussy" had no other meaning for me at that age. We even named one of our barn cats "Strange Pussy" because she just showed up at our farm…

She's the kind of gorgeous where you want to tear off her face and wear it like a mask.

Holy shit, it's so difficult to be this transparent. I applaud you, thank you & wish you well on your journey.

This is a gutsy thing to write, and a great forum in which to publish it. The thing about eating disorders is that by the time they get to be a "real" problem, you're in so fucking deep that you can't even conceive of backing out. Not to mention the spectrum—almost EVERY woman I know (and many men, although they deign…

I am so depressed that I never had the pleasure of meeting Miss Dungey the several times we visited Mount Vernon when we were stationed up there! I do remember the hubby and I sharing some horrified side-eyes when people asked really stupid questions of the docent working in the slave cabin.

"Fuck letting outside bullshit control you."

"So many Negroes. Like raindrops"

As a docent in a historical house, I quickly learned to spot the people who would ask these smug, infuriating but mostly ignorant questions as soon as they walked through the door with an enormous smirk on their faces. We'd walk into a library with over a thousand books and I could mentally select at least three…

This is fantastic. I did living history stuff for the Park Service as a woman who disguised herself as a man to be a Civil War soldier and the questions were equally ridiculous. She is spot on with my internal monologue as it ran during my work day.

Back in 2001, while my wife and 10-year-old son went on a professionally-guided tour of the big house, I took our six-year-old daughter on a dad-guided tour of the outbuildings. Never too young to start healthy cynicism.

The laugh at the end was the best.

God this was magnificent.

"Lizzie Mae, I'd like very much to touch your hair."