Ohhh man, never thought of that- you’re so right. Amy Adams would have been perfect in that role.

OMG, this. I *did* watch it, alone, in a theatre, and left feeling cheated of the time and deeply puzzled that it was marketed as a comedy. Cooper and Lawrence are fine actors, but they have negative romantic chemistry and that role was for a woman in her 30s, not a girl barely old enough to buy booze. Also, it would…

There were things about it that were good, but on a whole, not a good movie. (Like the most recent Avengers movie: what a snooze.) Jennifer Lawrence was pretty in it, but DAMN she was miscast. We needed to see the slightly past-her-prime trophy wife, not a dewy-skinned girl still young enough to have babyfat cheeks.…

You said it! Also, I *love* your username.

Discreet branding is so much better than those dumb C’s all over the place. Preach!

Now, that does sound lovely... I’m a sucker for that shade of blue, truly.

I *do* like their more classic vintage styles, yes yes. The more modern bags, though, are kind of... tacky? Beyond just the logos everywhere, that is. And if I’m not mistaken, slapped together in China for low slave prices, and remarketed here with an astronomical markup. Thinking it wasn’t like that in the early…

Yes, this! She’s been rocking the waxen-mask look for awhile, but this is the first time her face has looked kind of... wrongly proportioned.

Or, just get one of those hand-held battery operated fans, bedazzled in black crystals, and deployed as needed? Or even a REAL fan, black lace and gothic? ... aaaand suddenly I’m designing an entire cosplay around that one gif.

I am SO DOWN with hugs a’smothering. Have fun revisiting dear Jess and the twinkly-dimpled Nick!

Shouldn’t that be “I’m celibate as no-fuck!”?

A light!? This is brilliant! (Pun deliciously intended.)

Please don’t hold it against me if you do.

For me, it’s dear Jessica Simpson. Didn’t she go camping with hers, back in her reality tv heydays?

It’s supposed to show both your good taste (ha!) and disposible income: status symbol only. I loathe it. I will never, ever buy a Coach bag: the entry-level aspirational handbag of choice. Ditto Kors or anything branded. My bag is a black leather Roots bag, custom made (they do that, for a very reasonable price) and…

Hehe, “snatchable.” Sounds like the house-branded snacks at a particularly fun Nevada bordello.

Nah, herpes was a thing, but it was the *worst possible thing ever.* Mad Magazine had a hi-larious list of predictions for the incoming 80s decade, of which I remember only one, but it was chillingly accurate:

Hear hear, sister. Surgery, chemo, surgery, rads.

Everybody is *aware* of breast cancer by now. More pink items for sale don’t help breast cancer patients. I sure could have used some help cleaning my house and getting groceries while all fucked up and exhausted on chemo. Not that they asked me, y’know?

You have your opinion, and I have socialised medicine, which has saved my life. All my tests, procedures, surgeries (five in the last year), chemo, radiation, follow-up appointments, everything was covered. And most of my drugs are covered by a separate government plan. Even before my diagnosis, I could regularly be…