Imagine the debate between Trump and anyone. If our criterion for putting someone forward for the nomination is “will have a productive, meaningful debate with a man who literally physically bullied and name-called the last person he debated,” let’s just stick a cut-out of, I don’t know, I’m trying to think of a…
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See whereas for me, it’s using Evita as a name instead of a nickname. I fucking hate that shit. Kid’s name should be Eva, Evita being the diminutive.
The thing is, her kids were part and parcel to the obsession/fascination with the whole Team Jen/Team Angelina scandal. The biggest star in the world leaves his wife (a huge star) “for” another woman (another huge star), whose kid (Maddox) he apparently also fell in love with, Brad goes with Angelina to adopt Zahara,…
I turned it off after Lizzo to watch a rerun of Law & Order. Now that is old.
Mapping out the familial ties of the Kardashians gets the best of all of us sometimes. I have a cousin who married our step-cousin. So my uncle’s son-in-law is also his step-nephew, and my cousin’s kids are also her cousins once-removed. My grandma and grandpa (other side) were also previously brother- and…
I am too goddamn old to find this man (boy? teen? post-adolescent?) as attractive as I do. He makes me feel both gross and giddy. Goddamn it, Harry. I’m a 36-year-old mother. Why???
I dated a guy for years who had this thing that he wouldn’t marry a woman who liked mayonnaise. Now, I don’t love mayo but I thought I loved him so I pretended to also find it repellent (I was young, lay off me). But there are some things, like the Hyde Park sandwich at J. Alexander’s, that just require mayo. And I’d…
This. Prior to Mr. Slowtrain I only dated guys who were at least 5'10" (not on purpose, just coincidence) and I’m 5'3". It was such a fucking pain getting on your tippy toes to kiss and shit (why don’t they fucking bend down???). Mr. Slowtrain is 5'5.5" (he demands that 1/2 be included) and it’s just right.
“Half-sister-in-common-law?”
the teenage friend of his famous niece
Yeah, I find this critique odd these days. Pop stars are commodities. It’s like walking into the Gap and being like “Oh my god, someone designed this. How inauthentic. It’s like they focus grouped what their buyers wanted and then made that thing to sell it to them.” Yes, that’s called capitalism. That’s why she has…
Lena’s milked all the sympathy out of her hysterectomy story now, so she has to turn to other tragedies for attention. Next up: you have no idea how difficult it is to grow up with wealthy, intelligent, connected parents. It’s called the soft bigotry of high expectations.
SECONDED. But also, having had a body that was fat for 10 years and during that time very uncomfortable in these chairs, then lost a fuckload of weight and would look at those chairs and be like, “Oh, sure, you’re nice to me now. But when I was 250, ‘member that, motherfucker?” and then gained like 50 lbs in baby…
Oh, Jesus. Can we stop with the Beatles thing? It’s got to be the most juvenile comparison in history. It’s the music industry “my dad could beat up your dad.” The Beatles’ influence, importance, and position in history can’t be exactly quantified because much of it is about the confluence of factors that can’t be…
Can we clarify that Yolanda Hadid is a chronic Lyme truther as opposed to a Lyme advocate? Lyme disease is a real thing. Chronic Lyme that has to be treated by, for instance, having your fillings removed because you think their “heavy metals” are exacerbating your incurable Lyme disease is...not.
Can I ask someone well-versed in politics and reproductive rights whether we should be happy about any of the setbacks these bans experience? My assumption has been that it’s all pretty pro forma now: some state passes a shit law that is (as of this moment) unconsistutional, they get sued, the ruling comes down…
No no no. Scott asked Kourtney to marry him multiple times. She always turned him down. Kourtney literally only slept in bed with him when she wanted to get pregnant, I kid you not. Scott may be sort of dreadful enough to deserve her treatment but she was literally so awful to him.
Dude. My sister has jeans like that. When she doesn’t wear them but acts crazy anyway, Mr. Slowtrain will literally say, “I mean, at least she wasn’t wearing those pants.”
My wedding dress probably cost as much as Kylie’s eyelash extensions and I still would’ve lost my ever-loving mind if someone had allowed part of it out of the garment bag to be damaged, dirtied, etc. Whatever is going on, that cannot have happened either by accident or necessity (oh, what, like the train is too long…