I was in high school, wore a lot of black, and spent a lot of time in mosh pits. I secretly loved Christina Aguailera’s “Genie in a Bottle.” So happy to occasionally enjoy it now!
I was in high school, wore a lot of black, and spent a lot of time in mosh pits. I secretly loved Christina Aguailera’s “Genie in a Bottle.” So happy to occasionally enjoy it now!
Harsh comment- with the exception of Evan Ross, no one is even good looking. And Evan, handsome though he is, isn’t anything more special than a million other handsome young men.
Aw Christ, I hadn’t heard that one. Please tell me that’s just an exaggeration for the sake of the point? (I know it’s not....)
I don’t understand why we just can’t have him for president.
Can someone please get Diana a goddamn award for her reporting on this case? It’s been absolutely brilliant.
Ha! Does it make you feel better after you fall down to think that your opposite version is, in fact, Beyonce? Hopefully that should provide some salve to your scrapped knees and elbows!
Possibly? Still feel like her balance should’ve been way more off, no?
It is! Well done on hunting it down - I debated it, but laziness got the better of me. It looks as absurd as I remember.
I think the take away here is I really need to stop assuming most people are as reasonable as I am.
True story - my young teenage stepdaughter, who is British, was watching tv with me shortly before the elections (I think her father told her to just in case I had a rage stroke). She hadn’t seen photos of the two sons before, and when they appeared on the tv, she turned to me, in all seriousness, and said, “What are…
I chortled at “yelling at pudding is a waste of time.”
Cracked my head open when I fell following a seizure a few weeks back while at the grocery store (sorry for the trauma, fellow shoppers!). The medical dramas aside, when we got home from the hospital the following day, my husband told me he’d thrown my coat away. Through my narcotic haze, I began to protest, and, he,…
Yes, yes, yes. My apartment had bedbugs while I was living in Cairo, and it was one of the worst things ever. That was over a decade ago, and I still shudder at the memory.
Concur. We wound up ripping up our carpets, which were exactly three months old, and were not paid off for another five.
It’s literally giving other humans a say in what legal procedures happen to your own body. It would be like my husband or my mom saying I couldn’t have my wisdom teeth removed, or get breast implants, or ffs, cut my hair. It’s one thing to outlaw abortion as a legal procedure (which, obviously I don’t support!), but…
I don’t care what kind of shape you keep yourself in, no woman who is supposed to be THAT pregnant can hop like that. I think she’s breaking some sort of gravitational law there.
That article was absolutely horrifying. I hate that we are living in such times that my over-exaggerations-for-the-sake-of-the-point are routinely turning into reality.
I’d love to call this a good point, but mostly it’s a terrible horrible (correct) point.
Just from a purely practical perspective, how even in the fuck would these so called family members even know you were having an abortion? It’s totally possible to conceal a pregnancy into the second trimester, which I imagine you might well do if you suspected you were related to psychos who would sue you, so…