thegildedbat
TheGildedBat
thegildedbat

Ok, this is an issue with terms: you are writing ‘marriage,’ but meaning traditional Christian wedding ceremonies. Yes, I would agree that all traditional ceremonies (Christian or other) are inherently anti-feminist in their details. That doesn’t mean that all the marriages of the people who participate in them are

But, see, you are mostly describing the wedding. I am not changing my last name. I am not having my father walk me down the aisle; if it were going to be anyone, it’d be my mom. White dress? Negotiable. It might be a soft color, but I am not going to do some stark white dress. The jig is up.

The Trump transition team released a statement that completely dismisses the intelligence. It reads, “These are the same people that said Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction. The election ended a long time ago in one of the biggest Electoral College victories in history. It’s now time to move on and ‘Make

I suffer from depression (dysthymia). It’s only recently that I’ve come out of my years-long funk enough to even think about looking towards the future, having been on auto-pilot survival mode.

Nah. I think they are okay with him being accused of sexual assault but they are pissed because the accusers LOOK LIKE THEY DO.

The comments are fascinating. One says: “Mr. Trump has made billions of dollars. He must be smart. He must be able to get along with people to some degree to have the success that he has had. He certainly can’t know everything, but clearly knows how to pick the right people. The country is a business and needs to be

Seems to me that based on your definition, you’re lumping a group of people who are rebelling against PC into the “asshole” category.

Oh Tiffany, darling, run, run away and never return(until after the election)! You still have a chance to save yourself from this disguising mess. You are still young and don’t entirely look like you are auditioning for an American Psycho reboot- don’t fall into the trap!

(Note to bloggers who change head-to-toe, paid-to-wear outfits every hour: Please stop. Find another business. You are heralding the death of style.)”

Siding with Lau and BryanBoy on this one. Their comments are elitist and hypocritical. They’re just mad because print magazines aren’t what they were and they’re too set in their ways to revamp their business model.

Another shared laundry story: when I was in college, I shared a washer and dryer with my upstairs landlady. Well, apparently she left some spilled bleach in some form, on the washer, which wasn’t visible, because when I took my jeans out there were a couple of sizeable bleached-out spots. My fairly new jeans. My jeans

And I assume that person in your household isn’t a butler or one of your many FT maids who pick up after your family and polish your silver and pack and unpack your luggage after a trip and tie your shoes because you’ve never done it in your whole life*. I’m not being snarky. I’ve seen the ads the royals post for

Notice how the Princess doesn’t mention who cleans up after her family destroys the kitchen making breakfast.

I kind of get why that make sense to some people, but I need to feel an actual form of “scrubbing” to feel like they’re clean. You know, like when you wash your face and it feels clean, but then you rub that cotton ball with the toner and there’s still some dirt that comes off...

Here’s another option. Stop setting every show in New York (or LA). The city doesn’t play a role in most of the shows, and the rest of the country isn’t as enamoured of NY as TV producers like to pretend.

My favorite use of Paradise by the Dashboard Light: Near closing time at a bar in Gastown in Vancouver (BC) circa 1991/2. The DJ did a fucking PUPPET SHOW to it. The puppets were birds. That night was my first exposure to a Long Island iced tea. It was *magical*. To this day, I love that song solely because of that

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A big tub of cornstarch is cheap and lasts for ages. I use it as a body powder when the weather is hot, for those sweaty places. It has no scent, so doesn’t interfere with any other scent I might wear.