She’s only lost like 1% of her viewers. This is far from career-ending. Even losing an animal cruelty case won’t end her career. She’ll have to pull this shit on an actual human being who is more powerful than she is for it to be career-ending.

Well, PlayGIRL always seemed to think its audience was straight women, so I guess this confusion is on-brand?

“Investigators believe that her kiss with another man was the murderer’s motive.” Did you mean to say investigators believe that jealousy was the motive?

And by “Magic” they mean “Cursed.”

Somebody was impersonating him online and I went ahead and acted on what that person said, which made me look like a complete loony to Viggo and his people. It was not my finest moment.

Nazis are really into bullshit lawsuits, so...

Woman, if you’re that serious about it you could lose two or three pounds with a haircut.

How does anyone make a living at cosplay, other than selling costumes? Asking for a friend.

Right? OBVIOUSLY the US is not the country it used to be, and certainly very far from the country it should be.

I’ve always wondered about his connection to the Maxwells. Robert certainly made off with a lot of his workers’ pension money, and I don’t believe it was ever recovered. Ghislane surely has some money of her own through a trust or something, and given Epstein’s tastes, is less his girlfriend than his accomplice, I…

I think it’s a mistake to take the Dirtbag Left’s word for their leftism. There is no evidence for the claim. If it quacks like a fucking Nazi and it dissolves in milkshake like a fucking Nazi...

She’s got a point. Even Tim Pool was invited, and he only got famous because he was roommates with a couple of important activists. But she shouldn’t bitch publicly; she’ll probably be the White House Press Secretary this time next year.

Nailed it. 

Enjoy testifying, fuckboi.

This was 1980 Canada, so not a million miles away culturally.

No, just capitalism.

Stable managers at least get paid slightly better, and they often marry some rich dude with horses who’s clueless. Or they live with “their best friend” who is a self-sufficient woman who works as a farrier.

1980. NOT 1890. Girls couldn’t get those jobs then.

Sadly, no. We were too far from town to actually meet anyone except at the once-a-month hunt club meeting, to which I had to ride the horse, and then disappear immediately and walk back to the farm. Two and a half miles. Not even joking.

Yep, labour laws were changed shortly afterwards to be somewhat better, ie I’d still do all that work, but I’d be paid $350 a month plus room and board. But it was my first job and I was horse-crazy, what did I know?