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I had no idea who any of these people are but was sick at home, so watched Westbrook’s video. It was really compelling, but then I learned about her friendship with Jeffree Starr. So now it feels like she’s fine with gross and outrageous behavior until you start fucking with her coin.

Starred for Lisa Eldredge. Even her heavy or “character” looks still look like a person, where you can see actual skin texture and unique features. JC and all his Insta-ilk look completely flat like a Bratz doll. Combined with the overfilled plush lips and you have a pretty ridiculous ~~lewk~~.

I completely agree. He's self taught and it shows. Put his work next to someone like Lisa Eldredge (she actually does makeup on people who appear on the cover of Vogue, etc) and you'll see how much he's lacking as an artist. 

I can't wait for the current makeup trends to end. The overuse of highlighter is killing me. There's a video of him and Zendaya doing their makeup in the same manner and comparing. Zendaya's is much better. It's like, "Why are you a considered a makeup guru?" 

She’s 37? I’m trying to imagine a world where I needed to make a “cancel” video over a dramatic teenager. I’m fully willing to admit JC is probably a bit of an asshole, because I’m willing to admit basically EVERYONE who is a famous youtuber is probably a bit of an asshole. But like - you’re old enough to be his mom,

Jame Charles has enough money to buy his own security detail without it involving an endorsement deal, just saying.

Never have I felt such a strong connection to Principle Skinner.

I’ll say this: I’m 35, and the thought of waking up two years from now and finding myself in a high-profile social media makeup feud with a 19 year old boy feels like one of the more embarrassing directions my life could potentially take.

That’s not how the Met Gala works. From the NYTimes:

I’m happy to see Charles go down hard after all his previous bullshit on top of this currently revealed bullshit.

Nothing, but there’s a type of person who hold liking it as a defining character trait and that’s less than ideal.

I read your entire comment in the voice of Rod Serling, and pictured him holding a cigarette while speaking into the camera...

This is the kind of shit that gives me anxiety attacks. Like my brain is finally telling me it’s lost all its recognitive powers, and is only really keeping the long sack of meat it’s been damned to be attached to alive solely for the sake of tradition.

Sometimes you’ll run across something that can only be called a junk store. Not an antique store that has decided not to sort the wheat from the estate-sale chaff, but a store that seems to specialize in offering products made for no known market. Their shelves are heaped and piled with knock-offs of knock-offs,

What door?

Doesn’t look like anything to me.

It’s a teddy bear, three bedazzled diapers, and a stack of discarded ears. What’s so strange about that?

Hell yes, first starving polar bears and now a happy marriage. What are we going to shit on next? I vote kids with cancer, or maybe newborn kittens.

Hey, at least she’s 2 for 2 on terrible takes.