On top of the fact that he’s a horrible person, from a branding point of view, he looks like he smells like whiskey B.O. and stale urine. I do not remotely understand using this crusty sock of a man to peddle fragrance.
On top of the fact that he’s a horrible person, from a branding point of view, he looks like he smells like whiskey B.O. and stale urine. I do not remotely understand using this crusty sock of a man to peddle fragrance.
Seriously! And Regency stays are also one of the most comfortable things you could wear. Underneath a voile or batiste dress? If you were a fine lady, you could just have your boobs out. Throw on some calfskin boots. Sounds super cool and refreshing, honestly.
I love her stuff!
It provides support and protection from things like crinolines, petticoats and cages, as well as the weight of the gown it’s dressed under. Think about twenty pounds or potentially more being hung from a tape at your waist with no support. None of the rest of the costume in question is light or easy to move in.…
There’s a lot of effort and disruption put into making anything that isn’t sweatpants not uncomfortable for the actor. There is nothing necessary or reasonable about the clothes we put actors in.
This article starts off with whether actors should have to wear them, called them outmoded, and then softpedaled. I have real beef with the cycle of think pieces that come out talking about how actresses need to be liberated from the corset every time a show with a countess comes out.
Okay, I have a few opinions here. For one, I’m a Costumer for film & TV, and know Dr. McKnight personally. Corsets are not tools of the patriarchy, and I’m pretty sick of that as a talking point. They are not outmoded garments. They are just support garments that need to fit properly.
This is so real. I have never attempted Tiktok, but the same venn diagram exists on Instagram, and whenever I find new people that seem neat, I get to leerily play “are they a cool hippie or super religious?” roulette.
Over the first lockdown, I decided to download a sleep tracker and take my sleep hygiene more seriously, as I’ve had interrupted sleep since childhood. It wasn’t hard to use—- I’d tell the tracker I was going to sleep, put it beside me, and then turn it off on the morning.
Oh, you HAVE me with this one.
Oh this one is really really good
This is WAY SCARIER than any ghost.
I can! It’s a small village just outside cottage country, in an agrarian community. The kind of place with Thanksgiving hay rides, a dog sledding festival, and an opiate epidemic.
I shared this last year, but it got buried.
I’m really pleased that it’s exactly as ugly as I hoped.
I mean, anecdotally-speaking, can tell you this is what happened to me. I was slowly growing more resentful that I was working 70+ hour weeks and somehow all of the domestic work was falling to me (even though he’s worked from home for 5 years before COVID).
I was in the Catholic School Board in Ontario and I definitely did not hear more than a cursory mention of them until I was in my second year of college, when it was covered only in a pretty in-depth Canadian History course. I mean, I literally had a World Religions class in high school where they bloodlessly…
Well, he wasn’t there to talk to you, you see.
He was there to talk to the treadmill.
I’d say 3 - 5, depending on how things are going? It’s hard to make a case for a solid number for this, and everyone feels differently. But it should definitely still be in the early stages where dating would be considered casual.
At that fucking occult shop I used to work at, we used to have a few customers come in all the time and buy things based on what their pendulums chose. I mean, it’s sort of expected in an occult shop (I guess), but goddamn, having customers want their hands held while they sorted through the seventy varieties of…