Right, but Ron Paul is a man, so his body and appearance are his own. Peeves is a woman, so her body and appearance belong to the world at large.

As to your other point, the most important thing you can do to change the feelings of people around you about The Gays is to come out. Living your life out and proud while being authentically yourself is the only way to show people that the only thing that The Gays have completely in common is our love of the penis.

Tell me this - how are pride parades any different than catty 'fag hags?' Both of them celebrate and embrace The Gay, yet both reaffirm to the world that all gays are a bunch of sexual deviants who dress in drag/assless chaps/fetish wear/etc.

Bad gay! — from a gay man who also doesn't fit the stereotypes (except for his undying love of the Queen Britney Spears and all of Bravo).

I'm trying to imagine the societal condemnation that would come down today on a mother who told her child to walk to the store to run a couple errands. I'm not tryna do a Kids these days... thing, but you know, kids these days are kept inside under constant surveillance too much.

Yes, I do. In fact, if I'm at a pub (at a table with a server, not directly at the bar) with my people then I'm likely to have taken up a table for a long time and that means I'll usually tip closer to 25-30% cause of the server's opportunity cost in serving me.

Yeah, you definitely wouldn't wanna accidentally give someone an extra quarter by tipping 20% of the 7% or whatever tax. I mean, that's just insane. /s

I would have fallen out.

She's my spirit animal. If I could come back as anyone, it would be as Lisa VDP. I adore her most of all because she is the heroine of the Jackie Collins novel that is her life.

I've written a letter to Daddy, his address was heaven above. I've written "Dear Daddy, we miss you, and wish you were here with us to love."

He said "toque". That is a dead Canadian giveaway. He might as well have said "Wears bunnyhugs" or "Pays the hydro bill in person".

We got 'em in kings and 100s, light and full flavor, and they even come in non-menthol these days (which is blasphemous).

Jacqueline and Carlton are gone. Thank whatever deities Carlton believes in.

And the one with the dying husband (who IRL is long since dead) is Gretchen Rossi.

The clueless Christian is Alexis Bellino, whom Tamra christened Jesus Jugs during a reunion.

You come for Lisa, you come for me. No one is allowed to besmirch the name of my beloved St Lisa, and Brandi was out for blood.

I'm a sweet wine drinker, so what I like would probably be too sweet. Barefoot is my current fave, cause it's inexpensive and really good when it's stupid hot out.

And I mean, I love Downton Abbey, but people get carried away on it being so fancy — it's just a soap opera with really high production values. I know it's on Masterpiece Theatre here, but it's not like it's particularly highbrow.