Watching this is so much like watching Rita Hayworth in her prime vs. when she was emotionally destroyed and her brain was giving out on her. It’s just so stunning (skip to about 2min to get to quality Rita).

This thread sufficiently freaked me out that I stripped my bed, unzipped my mattress, washed EVERYTHING on ‘Satan’s butthole’ temperature and cleaned out my dressers today.

shut up. Oh my god why.

I was convinced it meant they were flying too and I was like ‘FUCKKKKKK THERE IS NO HOPE THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN’

I’m still fucked up from that.

Exactly. I’ve never ever wanted an avocado described as juicy.

There are good gluten free pizzas. Spoken for by my very gluten eating significant other.

It is true that most gluten free baked goods are...bad. Cardboard gross.

And she’s out.

For the love of all that doesn’t make me vomit, make it stop.

True true. If anything, the hair else where is growing faster as the years go on.

Yes to the difference of not filling them in! I look so...ill when they are all scraggly and patchy that people think I have some sort of vitamin deficiency or whatever (I have about three poeple’s worth of head hair, so I can’t have anything too too bad) and they don’t comment on me so much.

I also overplucked in the late 90s early oughts and...they are gone. Forever. I look like I have eyebrow mange. I was like ‘ooohh, castor oil?! That’s all I have to do?’. Sad.

They used to be unique in the sense that their soaps were some of the few mass market available that didn’t strip your skin off if you were like me, and regular soap caused your skin to peel off in sheets.

I always joke that I’m toting around enough to feed and clothe and army, but damn if I don’t have whatever someone needs when they need it. A decent OTC (and prescription) pharmacy? check. Tissues, first aid, bug related stuff? Check. Sewing kit and string/rope? Check. Food for both the diabetics and low blood…

Solidarity with you, fellow government worker. I suggest getting a office plush animal. We have a penguin that headdesks when people are particularly shitty.

If that’s how it rolls, then why isn’t that principle applied to the women on the shows and only the men?

The Waco insanity totally messed me up as a kid, since it was a media circus and almost unavoidable. I’m interested in seeing this movie to see what kind of bridging between the news, reality and the crazy inside parallel universe it does.

Yep.

Truthfully, it was so long ago that I ‘affirmed’ to it, that I couldn’t tell you where I was or if there was even a flag in the room. I remember the desk I signed my paperwork on I think. It had a hole out of the corner.