What Rih is wearing is properly called a Marabou heel or Marabou slipper. Popular sex-cessory since the ‘40s.

Not exactly. A Google search shows that, at its peak, Nasty Gal had 350 employees. So 3 preggos and 1 guy with a preggo wife seems normal.

Tell that to my spouse. He doesn’t seem to enjoy mine.

THE FARTS THOUGH.

This mirrors my Cosby story in which he absolutely berated an assistant for not bringing his “special pen” to a university promo photo shoot.

Yes, this! I had a very rotten situation with a family member. Three days after the blow-out about it, she sent me an email that literally said, “You have to forgive me - we’re family!” And that was the rest of my family’s attitude as well.

Except the quality and cuts usually suck (IMO) in the collab items and you can’t cash in on the designer name value by going around saying, “Oh this? It’s Lilly Pulitzer... for Target.”

OooOooh!

Or, “when I hold the book too close to him, he tries grabbing it instead of obeying my strict, bulleted list of reading-time rules.”

Aww, RIP Whitney.

Don’t “fucking Boston” like we’re all Herald readers or something.

Yessssss, Maura Healey is completely the best.

Bet you good money it's Seattle, because I posted this same question to the hivemind of Groupthink six months ago.

I have also had a lifelong fear of ET! My only recurring childhood dream was about hearing a knocking on my back door, me opening the little half-curtain to see who it was, and it being ET! Ahhhhhhhhh.

It's not something I would ever do again (probably), but it felt very satisfying.

All I can say is, we would have been awesome friends in junior high. I juuuuuust told the story to my boyfriend about the time I kicked my nemesis classmate in the balls and attempted to choke him when my plan to "peacefully" confront him about bullying went awry. He'd given me the nickname "Passive-Aggressive Girl"…

POWER SHOWER!

I have only been dumped once in my life, and I can say with all certainty that it produced my most epic meltdown ever.

I get the feeling this was an awkward compromise between the magazine's aesthetic and by Ms. Woodley's preference for au naturale. She always looks underdone in the face.

We can attack individual situations and detract from the core message (that people deserve an hourly wage on which they can survive) or we can assume that people whose money is so tight they can barely afford a bus pass are sensible enough to have pursued that option if it was available.