Agreed. You're not only expected to look awesome, you're supposed to do it effortlessly and "naturally", so we're inundated with stories about how quickly people lose baby weight and how models eat hamburgers for every meal. It's always enjoyable to get a little "I had plastic surgery and don't give a fuck what you…
God, I wish we had that going on today. What I wouldn't give for more "Cher" moments, some kind of inkling of personal style out there. Every one is so freakin' safe—that all look the same. BORING!
I love this plastic surgery bit. its like the opposite in celebrity talk of "I just lost all the baby weight from running after my kid!". Way to be honest. She looks great, she's happy with how she looks and that's all that matters.
Actually, at that time—until the mid-80s and Cher, really—all the celebs just bought dresses off the rack and did their own makeup for the Oscars. (ETA: Occasionally, a costume designer they worked with would make something up for them—like in the Edith Head studio days.) Many of them talk about it—Meryl Streep, Jodie…
I love it, it's such an emotional film. And Katharine Hepburn, my god, she's jus luminous there. A brilliant piece of acting.
I'm just here to say that if you haven't seen "On Golden Pond" you must.
I had been divorced about three months. I had moved back to my home town and starting hanging out with a guy that had been my best friend before I left eight years ago. We were still best friends. He was safe and funny and sweet. I had no idea he thought we were doing anything but being friends. We held hands…
Ahem… kind of embarrassing, but here goes.
good on those dudes tbh
I thought about changing a couple of the details to [possibly] keep my anonymity on here, but fuck it. If this person reads this, hi there old friend!
When I was much younger and stupider, I ran into my ex of about a year at our fraternity house during a homecoming visit to our alma mater. He took me aside to angrily demand that I stay away from his fraternity (which was my fraternity too), his friends (who were my friends first), and his family (who were my…
I met a man in June, found out I was pregnant in August (with our baby!) moved in with him in October, and he asked me to marry him pretty much weekly after that. I kept saying No. One day in February I mentioned about something that might happen when we're married. That Saturday he took me ring shopping and we booked…
We were both 19. He brought me two balloons and the promise ring that I had picked out. In one balloon there was a peace of paper that said"Marry ME?" And in the other balloon a piece of paper that said, "Seriously!"
I thought he was joking and laughed in his face. Brushed it off completely. HAd no idea he was serious…
When I started dating my ex, he "proposed" about once a week. Every time he asked I would say "ask me for real someday, like with an actual ring." We dated for about four years, and about halfway through I moved in with him and his family. At one point he actually took me to see his grandmother and try on her ring,…
@Joile- for some reason I decided that getting a traditional Indian arranged marriage was a good idea. So after meeting the guy once- our families got together and his parents proposed to mine. They accepted. (yes- that's exactly how it went down)
I had just broken up with him maybe a week ago. It was clear after 6+ years that fire was gone, we weren't in love anymore, and we just weren't working out. He had packed his stuff and was crashing with a friend until he could figure out what was going on. We had talked marriage years ago, but had never done anything…
I was a sophomore in high school. I said no. He threatened to kill himself. I laughed in his face.
I said no like any passive-aggressive coward two months pregnant. We took the paperwork to the Reverend and the Notary. It was my job to file it, plan everything, etc. It was a small event, just a few people, about two months later. You see, as soon as I got pregnant, he'd gotten weird mean. Punching holes in walls,…