I’ve got a pixie cut that’s quickly turning into a hideous mullet, and even I am more than happy to wait for a haircut. I’ll probably have my mom cut it if I get desperate.
I’ve got a pixie cut that’s quickly turning into a hideous mullet, and even I am more than happy to wait for a haircut. I’ll probably have my mom cut it if I get desperate.
I’ve been saying this for years. America has a HUGE empathy problem, and it’s finally biting us in the ass in a major way.
I LOATHE Steve Mnuchin and love Guns N’ Roses, so that was one of the highlights of my week. (Axl is his own problematic form of human being, but seeing that takedown made me giggle.)
This is so true. I’m a manager, and I have a younger employee who’s so consumed with the idea that a particular co-worker “doesn’t like her.” Who the fuck cares? We aren’t here to make friends, and you certainly don’t have to like everyone you work with to do your job well.
Very true. I didn’t discover jazz until my mid-twenties, when a 50-something I worked with gave me a copy of “Kind of Blue.” (Honestly, I owe that woman so much.) I listened to mostly classic rock/grunge/metal in high school, but as I’ve gotten older I’m discovering so many other great genres that I love. Now I can’t…
I’ve got you beat by three years, and am now officially in the protected class age bracket. If we live in a world where ages 13-22 think “everyone” grew up listening to Beyonce, I certainly feel old.
YAAAASSS. High five, fellow old.
I was born in 1980, and have been listening to David Bowie since I was in diapers-by age 7 I was a big fan (Labyrinth played a hand in that), and by age 15 I was listening to his deep cuts and B sides. I also knew most of Led Zeppelin’s catalog by the time I was in third grade. So much of this is based on what your…
I’m using it as a barometer for how much of a self asshole someone is. Can’t be bothered to wear a mask to the grocery store = you don’t give a shit about anyone besides yourself.
Calling it “masturbation” has always bothered me as well. It’s probably the most disturbing moment in the film because it’s exactly what you said-mutilation.
That’s usually not a problem for me, unless I’ve been drinking a lot of alcohol, which is rare. More often than not I wake up around 2-3 a.m. after having a dream, so maybe that’s also got something to do with it. I’m on the youngish side for perimenopause, but I’ve also had a hysterectomy and only have one ovary…
This honestly sounds like a children’s book. You need to make this happen.
My mom had a lab/coonhound mix who would do the same on hot summer days. The dog would actually climb onto my parents picnic table and sun himself, to the point where we would beg him to come inside and cool down. A few times the neighbors called my parents and asked if the dog was ok, because he genuinely looked dead…
I’m an atheist, and I disagree that you need to believe in Satan to find this movie terrifying.
Thank you for correcting all the inaccuracies in this review that were driving me bonkers.
Luckily with the fan going I can drown out his noise from my separate bedroom. When our dog snores I find it kind of peaceful, but my husband sounds like a jackhammer. He also runs hot, and I prefer to sleep a bit colder, so his body heat alone is often too much for me.
You’re preaching to the choir on that, good sir. :)
We’ve really gotta stop treating these people like deities.
My husband snores, so for the past year I’ve been sleeping in a separate bedroom. Blackout curtains, white noise going in the background, comfy bed, no other interruptions that I can think of. I think maybe it’s just my sleep pattern-when I go to bed a bit later on Friday and Saturday nights, that early wakeup period…
Any advice for those of us who can fall asleep just fine, but can’t STAY asleep? I seem to wake up between 2-3 a.m. every morning. It likely doesn’t help that I get up for work at 4:30 a.m. during the week, but to be fair, I’m typically conked out asleep by 8:30 p.m. The only fail safe for me seems to be exercise, but…