Those. Legs. *dies*

Brb gotta go do some squats and leg lifts

No, you’re right, I’d rather she wait until the end. I get distracted really easily these days.

But librarians are great? All my best fantasies involve them shushing me while doing things that, well, cause me to loud and disruptive.

I’m suddenly beginning to remember that Angelina does not fucking play. She took herself out of the spotlight for a minute but there wasn’t shit she wouldn’t or couldn’t do for a while there.

I don’t have the time but Vanity Fair’s archives could probably give you a very decent gist

Never have I wished more that a couple was divorcing over some petty bullshit than right now. This is just sad.

All men are too much work, Sofia.

Oh man...this isn’t the fun divorce I hoped it would be

you’re the worst. that’s a horribly insensitive and incorrect comment.

i literally just had the “shit or get off the pot” type of fight / “discussion” with my boyfriend last night and i hope he comes around like arran does.

How on earth did you get that out of this????? this is the most nuanced piece on sex work I’ve ever seen on Jezebel: one that makes it clear that all of the naive “empowerment” crap everyone was gibbering about back in the ‘90s didn’t bear much of a relation to real life, where a job that involves taking your tits out…

Thank you for writing this-- it mirrors my experience so well. It’s difficult to reconcile my past with who I want to be.

Well, maybe for the sake of the children, Angie’s team isn’t releasing the particulars.

No. The world is currently a scary and confusing place, and I’m clasping this little piece of joy with both hands. Even if that joy is schadenfreude.

My mother’s immortal commentary on Cosmo...

I dont know why I love this so so so much.

The one I tried involved sort of a spinning maneuver that I would have had to be a gymnast to actually pull off (and it might still not have worked unless the guy was basically a pommel horse). I realized it was dumb about a quarter of the way through but stayed committed until it was REALLY, REALLY awkward and…

SAME. It was called “the butterfly.” It basically had him going “ok, but is this fun for you? Because I don’t get it.”