Fury Road was both the best and most fun movie I saw in 2015. I know it didn’t have a chance, but I’m still disappointed.

Oh, I should give a shoutout to Eva Longoria and America Ferrera for one of the only genuinely funny bits of the night.

Dammit. And there I was, all these years, making love on a bed FOR WAR.

Whenever I see actors do naked Oscar bids like this, all I can hear in my head is Robert Downey, Jr. in Tropic Thunder.

I watched it and I have no idea what Bobby is on about. It seems pretty ordinary to me.

1994 me: if i could have anyone’s face it would be Christy Turlington’s.

i can’t decide if selma blair will be the perfect kris, or just awful.

you know sometimes i see someones boob out to breast feed and my first response is ‘weird...’ but then i remember they are just feeding their kid and get the fuck over it

Has she never played sports? Gone to a gym? Changed in front of friends before going out or for pool/hot tub time?

That’s the solution! BABIES NEED TO EAT WENDY!

This makes me want to relactate, drive to L.A. And nurse my 6 year old in her studio audience with my big ol tittie just flopped right out of my shirt.

You know, a long time ago when I was young and stupid, I was of the opinion that women shouldn’t breastfeed in public. Then I grew up. In all my years on this earth, I’ve never seen a woman stand up in the middle of a store or restaurant or whatever and yell “look at me! Look at me! I’m about to whip out my boob,…

Well babies need to eat Wendy. Not everything is about you.

I always would smile and wave like I was in a parade or like I knew the person and they would practically run away. It was fun.

Well I don’t want to see you Wendy Williams and yet here we are

Milano: What about it upsets you?

The real question here is, do you want to

So avert your fucking eyes, Wendy.

These stunning portraits show how beauty varies across the globe and prove that all of us are beautiful in a different way. They’re celebrating stunning tribal beauties at the brink of extinction.

Me either. I love music, and I love camping, but listening to music with my tent 7 inches away from the tent of the stoned, drunk, sorority girl in an indian headdress next to me sounds like my personal nightmare. No thanks, I’ll pass.