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Saw this on facebook this morning. A woman is walking to DC to raise awareness of her struggle with breast cancer without insurance. Couldn’t find it again to share and googling turned up only two hits. Jez should give her a boost.

Incidentally, “kid gloves”, also the name of the mittens from the children’s department that Donald Trump must buy to fit his tiny hands.

My guess is this is the explanation for a fair amount of L.A. traffic. The 405 for instance is full of jerk offs.

Of course this is good news! Everyone knows that the underground aquifers respect above ground political boundaries.
Also, the water problems are over for good!

When I got knocked up all I got was a baby, and this bitch is birthing whole planets.

Plum Sykes is British Carrie Bradshaw with a brain injury and aristo friends.

Hamish Bowles and Van Meter are known as happy diva-boosters. Van Meter has long gotten such female celeb article duty at Vanity Fair and other magazines precisely because of his ability to draw them out, yet never go for the “gotcha!”. He’s even been requested by female celebs.

Whaaaaaa? I put my pyrex measuring cup in the dishwasher all the damn time!

“EPA regulations under the Clean Water Act actually make it harder for our local communities to get permits they need to go and kill the mosquitos where they breed by sources of water,” lied House Majority Whip Steve Scalise

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Somehow your comment reminded me of the part in Never Let Me Go where the narrator hears the Never Let Me Go and thinks it’s a song about a woman never letting go of a baby and now I’m really depressed thinking about that book. But anyway happy Friday!

Hold up, I got a better one:

They really do. It’s very boring. I miss old Jezebel. This new era of articles about something someone did on Instagram interspersed here and there with shallow political coverage and smarmy clickbait is really not very fun.

They all really rally in the comments for each other, too.

Okay, the first time you guys used this conceit, it was hilarious. It gets exponentially less funny every time you do it again. Think of some new jokes, pls.

Hilldog, that’s what I like to hear

yeah even when someone else rolls i rather smoke from glass times a trillion. plus i have delicate lady hands do i can’t stand holding onto a roach to smoke IT HURTS MY FINGIES

Me neither. My local dispensary tried to sell me pre-rolled joints last week, but I was still like, nah, I got my glass pipe, why do I need to also inhale paper smoke?

It would be cool to trace her and find out what has happened to her and what she thinks of the article 60 years later