It sounds pretty when said in French, la plus belle langue du monde.

LOVE them!! Alas that only a few are available to non-USA YouTubers, the rest are “not available in your country.” *gnashes teeth*

Thank you for that informative answer, and also for not telling me to go google it my own damn self. (I’m a distant-ish Churchill relation, turns out.)

Right? I can’t get my head around the idea that a lovely French place name like Baton Rouge is pronounced “Bat’n Roodge.”

Yes and no. A person who is born into the right family can be impoverished, and still believe on an intrinsic level that they are Better Than the rich guy from the wrong side of town. You cannot buy your way into the upper classes. (Well, sort of, but class is not the same as money in the UK.)

“Not only would I not kick her out of bed for eating potato chips, but I’d let her use my navel for the chip dip.”

That’s said to be part of the reason her late mother-in-law was chosen: sufficiently aristocratic if not actually royal, a virgin, and striking good looks. Fortunately, only the last condition matters these days. I’m serious.

I wish he’d just shave it down to suede. He’d be a hottie near-bald, amirite?

Is she? Are the Winsors and Churchills related?

Oh, just imagine the Christmas joy at the holiday dinner with the in-laws.

...and being a tax haven. Several F1 drivers claim it as their principal residence for just that reason.

Bingo.

Thank you! Getting there, in remission. And yeah, I might be mutilated and such, but at least I’m not marinating in the kind of hatred that this woman was feeling. It really was about her.

Can I get a YASSSS QUEEN!

Co-signed. I’m on the large side of plump, but before I got sick I was a total gym rat- excellent cardio, strong as a MOFO, flexible as a teenager. But still big. I miss my strong body and look forward to winning it back, but I have no illusions that thinness is in my future and SO WHAT. My worth is not predicated on…

On one of the worst days of my life (for several awful reasons), I was hurrying up a subway escalator when a stranger called me a fatass. Stung, I told her to go fuck herself, and she went on to say that my tits were too big and I’d look better with a breast reduction. At which point, shocked, I gasped that I’d just…

Get thee to the YouTubes! There are SO many awesome makeup tutorials. Lately I’ve been glorying in the drag queen and Cirque makeup how-to’s, but they are far outnumbered by civilian videos.

That’s the thing about beauty pageant queens: they’re not actually the most beautiful girls. They have a kind of package going on, that they’ve trained for: how to walk, to talk, to smile effortlessly until the cows come home, and a certain styling that almost always includes glossy curls and a full-face makeup. I…

I once dumped a college beau because he was offended by my lack of jealousy. We had a casual thing, he told me about a hook-up with a classmate he’d long had the hots for, I congratulated him. Hilarity ensued, kind of. My working theory was that what (or whom) he did when he wasn’t with me was none of my concern,…

He’s already said that before he was married he was extremely unlikely to hang out with any woman he wasn’t attracted to, and now that he’s hitched there’s no reason to. Sounds like he doesn’t really think of women as... you know... just people.