I’ll just leave this here. This is one of the songs Sara Bareilles wrote for the show.
You know, I bought a romper for a vacation, and enjoy it immensely, but that’s not what I want from BR. I want fucking v-neck sweaters and a-line skirts and they are not bringing any of that right now.
WAY TO RUIN IT EVEN BEFORE THE EPISODE AIRS
I was like, “I don’t see a picture of the ring, maybe if I watch this video I’ll be able to catch a glimpse of—ARGH! I’ve been blinded!”
Honestly I am completely unable to wrap my mind around the size of that ring.
I made a burner for this. No one knows this story except me, my husband and our healthcare providers. I had an abortion of a baby I wanted more than anything, ever. I loved her so much.
Hate-watching? Fuck that I love watching this show. No guilt involved, it’s pure pleasure. I guess a lot of the fun is debating where the bullshit ends. But you’re dead right about the contestants setting themselves up for intense emotional pain. You really have to have a sociopathic streak to enjoy it. The weirdest…
Lace reminded me so much of Cecily Strong’s “Girl You Wish You Weren’t Talking to at a Party” character on SNL. Like, to the point where I thought she was trolling and waiting for people to say something.
The show is terrible. It’s 30 women fighting over a not-too-bright guy who (let’s face it) isn’t even that great looking, hailing from some fakakta backwater of a town, all so that they can date said guy, potentially leave their own lives behind and move to said fakakta backwater town and live a potentially miserable…
I think that episode is the best of the whole series (I mean, everyone thinks that, right? I hope it’s established fact.), and that scene is one of the main reasons.
Off topic: can we bring back Pissing Contest? Pretty please?
Martha’s Least Favorite Things
“That is not a good thing” by Martha.
IKR?
Although the flowery “exit only” font had me full on *laughing*.
(suitable to laminate and hang on one’s front door perhaps?)
There’s no way Fresh Choice isn’t the name of the section with the sad prepackaged wraps inside a gas station.