Do you think if a living artist creates an image, anyone should be able to take that image, use it whatever way they wish, and profit off it without the artist ever getting paid?

I think another aspect is that some people are resentful she’s famous for being attractive without being conventionally attractive. A lot of her starting movie roles were as “the air-headed hot girl” (Hocus Pocus, First Wives Club, I think Ed Wood too). Not only does she reject in many ways the male gaze, she still…

I’m waiting to see what happens when the generation of infants grow up whose parents made social media accounts for them as babies. Posting 1000+ pictures is already creepy and intrusive, but making accounts and pretending to be your child as you post those images is profoundly uncomfortable.

“Now, Sir, I know you were stabbed but did you ever think to angle your body away from the knife? Perhaps mashing your ribs together so the blade couldn’t jam into your heart?”

The wives aren’t married to each other.

Jessica Simpson gets 100% props in my book for her contribution to tights. I don’t even know what else she’s done but it is enough.

The baker is a hotel. AirBnB is someone who isn’t a baker, they advertise on Craigslist to sometimes make cakes in their spare time.

I am super glad my neighbors are chill. We trade milkweed plants because everyone wants the butterflies. I’m going to get a whole crop of wild seeds from the librarian next to me once I finish hacking the saplings and virginia creeper the previous owner let run wild.

I’m pretty sure she has to be present. It’s part of The Ceremony. They even do a similar thing when the handmaids give birth, they lay between the wives’ legs.

Soon, presidential candidates will live in a house together. Major party candidates will have first dibs on beds. Third party candidates will hog the confession room. The lead conservative will get drunk and fall in the house pool. Someone, and we’re not saying who, will bring drugs and a llama into the house. Each…

A younger Serena introduces a possible and maybe even provocative twist.

I don’t think there was an undercurrent of sexual jealousy or bitterness, or what there was isn’t the major factor. Serena doesn’t even think she’s infertile, she tells Offred it’s the Commander as she pushes the handmaid towards the gardener. Serena’s problem isn’t her fertility, it’s the role she’s been relegated to…

Don’t worry, he’s been cleared.

“I have the best anti-Semites. The best ones, everyone says so.”

BOOTS. I fucking love boots but there is a heat level where all that produced is stank feet. September means I can take my cute, shit-kicking, steel-toed, fancy boots out again and also wear them with skirts because the frost isn’t here yet.

A friend of mine turned me onto a local (for him) distillery called Motor City Gas and sent me a bottle of Apple Sauce Moonshine. It’s like rye whiskey and apple sauce had the most beautiful child in the world. I’m having it on the rocks.

Here is the extent to which my mother talked to me about menstruation.

Come on, Wisconsin, you can do it, shape up. I believe in you. And I don’t like living so close to the precursor of A Boy and his Dog.

The Brown University Board held that graduate assistants cannot be statutory employees because they “are primarily students and have a primarily educational, not economic, relationship with their university.”

Long distance is a fucking trash fire. After that, living within 30 miles of one another is basically living together.