Mike and Molly is literally 22 solid minutes of fat jokes. I like her a lot, but that show is offensive.
Mike and Molly is literally 22 solid minutes of fat jokes. I like her a lot, but that show is offensive.
So they're going HAM.
This comment is everything, from the fact that your Maine Coon for sure could actually eat toes to his name that makes him sound like a New Orleans lawyer in a John Grisham paperback. Well played, Stillasouthernthing.
I think you make an important distinction. As I re-read the article, I actually think I was responding more to the other comments than Tracie's article. I think fetishizing the (maybe complicated) way that people with varying physical traits navigate sex is unkind and dehumanizing, and that wondering over the…
Thank you! Jezebel wrote a lengthy article about how invasive and dehumanizing Katie Couric's interview with Lorraine Cox in which she had what seemed like an obsessive or prurient interest in Lorraine's sexual organs was, but such questions of conjoined twins who, presumably, had a compelling and heartbreaking story…
I suppose it really doesn't matter, but this Gaga/R.Kelly thing has me wondering (a) what the fuck was she thinking, exactly and (b) what the fuck happened to her? I really thought she was the real deal—a talented, feminist, innovative pop star. I'm so disappointed.
I mean, if we take the gender roles out of this, I don't have a huge problem with it. A dominant person does well with a less dominant person, and vice-versa. As a lifelong ball-busting female very happily married to a uber-beta male, I'd say it's working for this sample size of one.
Damn it, Kanye. Just yesterday you impugned the greatness of Neil DeGrasse Tyson and I wrote you off forever, and here you are in matching gray heather outfits with your kiddo, making me love you all over again. Please choose a persona and stick with it. My emotions just can't take this rollercoaster.
VICTIM: Don't you understand how horrified I am? I'm a 20 year old from Upper Arlington. I don't know what you deal with every day but the kind of sympathy you have is zero.
I really, really liked Pharrell until I watched his interview with Oprah where he said he loves, admires, and respects women because they can have babies, which he can't do. "Without you guys, there can't be another generation." Thanks, Pharrell, for reducing my humanity to my ability to be a baby maker.
It's culturally acceptable to say, 'I'm just going to take all of my internal pain and externalize it anonymously...
Either she doesn't remember all the haterade the outfit received, she didn't know about it in the first place (another case of celebrity bubble syndrome) or didn't give a fuck about it (WITH RIHANNA ALWAYS GO WITH THAT OPTION).
What was he on Letterman to promote? Not, ostensibly, his half-naked selfies. Also, that underwear is a tragedy. White boxer-briefs? Oof.
Every time a hand rests upon a famous woman's stomach, her womb immediately houses a fertilized egg. It's science.
LOL, no. Science, you no do it so good.
Christ, Michael Douglas just can't stop being embarrassing.
Please. That tattoo is the Vitruvian Man compared to what Harry Styles usually turns up with.
She photographs...strangely? I wouldn't say badly, it's just that the person she is on film—be it in character or as herself—doesn't look anything like this, and yet looks exactly like this. It's like an uncanny valley thing going on. And I'm with you—that's not an insult. It's just, hmm?
Britney look amazing. Get it, girl.
Just so I can understand: is there some redeeming value in Twilight of which I have been heretofore unaware? Because from what I can tell, the two stars hate being famous. And yet, it seems there are only two reasons sign on to star in such a steaming pile of pig shit are money and fame.