I’m in the Uk, so I don’t know the place you are referring to, butit sounds just like a village near me. Filled with people who think their address justifies shitty, entitled behaviour. Basically, fur coat, no knickers.

Let’s not forget that the book was written by a middle-aged white man with a son, not a daughter. So it’s basically one long string of mansplaining about something he clearly doesn’t have a clue about.

All the bottles are still white, tho.

Thomas was diagnosed with a bipolar disorder and his family claims the shooting was sparked by a mental breakdown, an allegation that could be backed up by his erratic behavior, as described by The Washington Post

As a veteran of the Iraq debacle I would like to add fuck Lee Greenwood and that fucking song.

“take off ur cardigan... take off ur second cardigan”

Thank the Lord for this! Now, can someone in Arkansas finally introduce a law that forces doctors to investigate a man’s entire sexual history and determine his motives for wanting to maintain an erection for up to (but hopefully not longer than, eek!) four hours before he is permitted to get a Viagra prescription?…

I agree. When the wedding is in town, I give a gift. When I have to travel, I tell my friend that my presence is going to have to be my present. No problems so far. I’d say that if a friend gets pissed about my budget, that person is not actually my friend.

It’s honestly emboldened white people in general (disclosure: white person, here).

Also if their physical appearance pleases them. Dudes like this claim they can’t listen to some of us because they’re distracted by the fact that we look too fuckable, and then turn right around and claim that they can’t listen to the rest of us because they’re distracted by the fact that we don’t look fuckable…

I hit puberty early and had giant tits. I’d later become overweight but I had roughly her figure at that age.

Dear Pot,

Yeah but at least he’s orange? I don’t know. This is a total shit show.

My husband has a tendency to lean all the way forward. Our cat likes to jump up and get comfy on his back. So I occasionally get called to distract her, especially when he doesn’t have a shirt on. She looooooooves him.

I definitely can’t tell any of them apart. It isn’t just photo quality, it’s also trying to demonstrate lip plumpers on naturally very full lips, and mascara on semi-permanent false lashes. The results aren’t going to be all that noticeable to most people even in a better shot. Maybe if we knew the author and saw her…

If these photos were shuffled, I’d have a heck of a time separating many of the “befores” from the “afters”.

I’m having a hard time figuring out the point of doing a beauty blog like this without a decent camera and good and consistent lighting. The difference between makeup products is often really subtle, so a bunch of grainy, low-light, webcam-looking videos of those products is really pretty fucking useless for…

When someone brings up PC-culture as a refutation, it’s always the final square of Asshole Bingo. His refutation points more to the fact that he’s totes okay with Affleck because he doesn’t see anything wrong with behaving like Affleck, than to whatever point he was trying to make (we’re all so mean? I dunno).

Maybe he doesn’t know about them. It’s not like his company makes them or anything.