I’m not sure if I’ve ever heard Warren Beatty suggested. Its been probably-Jagger for forty years.

Do you bite your thumb at me, sir??

You. I am a little bit in love right now :-D wanna come drink some wine? I still got half a bottle of pinot grigio.

This is also true for big bewbs. If a shirt fits your shoulders, you will not be able to button it above the base of your sternum. if it fits across the tits, you are wearing a muumuu. Or possibly a maternity smock. Either way, much sexxay! so not!!

Every time I think, men can’t *possibly* be this stupid. I mean, I know some men. I’ve had reasonably intelligent conversations with men. Hell, I’ve slept with and married men. Then something like this comes along and I think, ye gods and little fishes, would the aliens please come get me *soon*?!?

Looks to me (viewing on my phone) like its a normal leotard with flesh-toned side panels. Still not flattering.

Yep - Evil Ex had a wonderful shepherd-husky who once ate a basket of easter chocolates.. then hid the wrappers in the coat closet because he knew they were forbidden.

What that tells me is that it’s an addiction and probably requires treatment.

I know, right? At least half that list would make my Netflix queue.

Do I know where you were going with this? No, not really. Do I care? Not in the least. This is beautifully written and brings back fading memories of my own post-partum loneliness and freakouts (pro tip: do not read the Dead Zone when its just you and a new baby alone in the house and you’re keeping your partner’s…

Eh. Not as easy as it sounds. Most of the FB friends I have - a number in the upper three figures - are people I *do* know IRL. But there’s friends and there’s friends, and when you have six or seven invites all for the same evening, there is just no way other than prioritizing which friends are the closest (and some…

*right-click* *save*

Wait, do we know each other?? I was in a punk rock rock opera that combined then-current events (1991?) with songs from local punk legends Sleazy Jesus and the Splatterpigs, as well as a few other local punk luminaries. While I only played a man-beating lesbian and later (for reasons I’ve long forgotten) Janis Joplin,…

YES that was my first thought when I saw this article - what has she gotten up tonow.

Oh now let’s not drag pillow mints into this. They come from a good home in the nice part of town. Not like those trashy fake plastic triangles that try to put on airs by calling themselves candy, like any common stripper.

Nope. Me either. Maybe because I raised my kids in some hippie/punk precursor to burner culture, but I have a hard time being offended by this. Also, am I misreading, or was the toddler bodypainted, NOT taped? (the first bothers me a lot less).

That hiring a copy editor is somehow beyond the Gawker empire’s budget is one thing. But have none of these writers heard of spell and grammar checkers? A quick flick of the mouse button could’ve fixed at least three of the four errors I noted up there (you have to read for context to fix the beginning of the second…

I have no idea who he is, as I am old and live in a potato; but damn if that isn’t the best story I’ll read all day.

Asking for a friend, I suppose?

Those things were legit edgy in the 90s. Now, they’re like, juggalo stripper edgy. Which come to think of it, sounds about right for her.