Why are we complaining that he won’t be actively running the country himself? Do we really want him deciding anything other than which rug to put in the Oval office to match the one on his head?
OMG KAREN, YOU CAN”T JUST ASK SOMEONE WHY THEY ARE ORANGE.
As someone upthread said, it’s putting marketing ahead of the music—and Madonna’s always been far more of an envelope-pusher in marketing herself than she has been musically. But you’re right, it’s a question of taste, so enjoy! I’ll be over here listening to some Mavis Staples. If she’s in an envelope I’m perfectly…
I read that entire GQ article earlier today. It is VERY long, but incredibly interesting. What a fascinating person.
I work with young kids and for my job, I was in a preK classroom the day after Prince’s death. I cried on my way to work, and I gave serious thought to taking the day off to stay at home and cry and watch Prince documentaries and live concerts I own, listen to soundboard bootlegs of Prince shows I was at. But I…
It’s not ageism, it’s immaturity.
I’m the same age as Madonna. It’s funny how this age thing creeps up on women. We go from attractive and relevant to a frumpy old person or a big fucking joke of a person who tries too hard....but we still feel exactly the same way we felt twenty years ago and can’t quite figure out when the shift occurred.
He claims that his horrendously heartless Facebook status about “poverty of self worth” was because he didn’t know that people had died in his scaled-up tinder box. The fact that it didn’t *occur* to him that people might have been hurt makes me pretty sure he’s a sociopath.
Please, don’t call him Cheetolini. It’s a horrific insult to competent fascist leaders. He’s “Dirty little Donnie, the kid still eating glue.”
Old TV’s used to have that smell, which I assume is what she is talking about? Fellow Olds will remember when you turned it on and got the “bwonnggg” sound and the static? It had sort of a metal smell.
I guess this is one of the reasons Denton wanted jezebel to stick to gossip, pop music and fashion.
If I knew the family, I’d insist on calling the child Balki. It’s a lot closer than Bo. But then they’d probably refuse to speak to me, and we’d become Perfect Strangers.
They combine the two with all of those horrible “Live, laugh, barf” pieces.
This is the sort of shit you see at Joann Fabric.
When I was studying hunger alleviation in grad school, the phrase “men with money drink and gamble, women with money feed their children” was uttered more times than I could count.
This header image is basically begging me to chromakey her into various scenes. Like Hawaii, or Delaware.
I’m never going to be able to unassociate that gif with “when he sticks it in ur butt for the first time and ur not sure if u like it or not”