OMG YOU WERE SPYING IN MY BEDROOM IN 1998!! Gina G was my high school soundtrack and I have all the love for her!

I’m finishing up my doctorate in art history, and Miss Mary Ellen is one I’ve studied time and time again. It took me ages to figure out what both repelled and intrigued me about her work. And you nailed it - she’s distressing, but always with subtle beauty. Every shot is a push-pull. A talent like hers will be sorely…

WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO HIRE RICHARD LAWSON AND/OR BRIAN MOYLAN BACK TO RECAP THE HOUSEWIVES?!? The commentariat demands it.

Technically, our state motto is “The Show Me State.” So... it’d be more along the lines of “Hey, Show Me How Badly We Fucked Up This Week!” (or anything along those lines, I’m quite happy to bring them to a representative).

:) Glad to see someone got the joke!

Oh she knows. I think its an attention grabbing thing. “Oh poor me, my daughter is so sick, pay attention to me!” Narcissism knows no bounds.

That’s been my problem. My illness is somewhat stomach related (they took out part of my intestines), and my lovely mother posts things about me being in the bathroom all day. Its insanely humiliating. And unfortunately, given the circumstances, I had to move in with her and my dad temporarily due to all the help I…

Thanks to your suggestion, I’m now hitting up French movies on Netflix :)

I will seriously read anything and everything. Fiction, historical fiction, non fiction, sci fi, you name it. (Reading and I have a longstanding relationship...I think its the one! :)

I’m on doctor mandated bed rest for an extensive illness and I’m starting to run out of my stockpile of books and movies I’ve been meaning to watch. Anyone have any recommendations on good books or movies?

I, for one, have not left my house without Lycra on my thighs in over a decade. But that’s because I was raised right.

My mom and I watched the interview together, and had a brief moment over Bruce cackling about the Soviet’s weight gain. My (okay, incredibly snarky and totally not PC) take was, “Man, he’s gonna be a great woman and fit right in, he’s already catty and body shaming!”

The minister at my church gave an AMAZING sermon a year or so ago on the exact same Bible verse they quoted in the show (about dressing in other gender's clothing, etc) and how it related to the trans community. There's much belief that its a passage about being true to one's self...don't be someone you aren't, be…

So my little sister has the EXACT same issue, she literally vomits in the kitchen if I peel a banana. I’m not saying this is the case for you, but I’ve been trying to read more about what she struggles with and there are a lot of experts now who seem to think its tied into OCD/anxiety. I’ve been trying to get her to…

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At the time we were first introduced to Kim and Kingsley, I took one look at that situation and said, “Can someone PLEASE get the addict a fat, arthritic old basset hound to keep her company?!? No way can she control that animal!” Choosing a difficult dog to manage like Kingsley directly reflects her insane and…

So she kinda touched on this in the excerpt of the book and on the show...if she establishes a permanent residence somewhere else, i.e.: signs an actual lease, stays in one place for an extended period of time, etc, her ex can claim “legal abandonment” under NY state law and potentially get a: the apartment in its…

I have found over the years, the things I blame on PMS are really just my depression acting up. Her periods aren’t making her crazy, she’s probably blaming the manifestations of mental illness on them.

You’re right, in its essence, its down to earth homey food. I think what I was trying to convey by using the word “pretentious” is that for the Midwest (where we reside), its something very unusual to most people and certainly something unusual to introduce to your kiddos.

I can’t even snark on this family for the exact same reason. I was fed shit, processed food my entire life (I’m 100% serious when I say my mother sent me out to carpool in the morning with a Lil Debbie and a can of Diet Coke for breakfast), while my little cousins had hippy, pretentious, foodie parents who fed them…