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I appreciate her working “forking” into the Instagram.

1. She contracted oral herpes

I’m 30 kinds of disgusted by Kevin Spacey today, and for once it’s not because of his doughy physique on House of Cards. First, thanks for tangling up being gay with preying on young boys. Because no one has ever conflated those two before, making life hard for gay folks. Second, you’ve been in the glass closet for

Who....or what is standing on the other side of Courtney Love? It looks like someone wearing a Peter Dinklage mask. A really good Peter Dinklage mask. And some kind of flayed-bodysuit situation underneath.

I’ve quickly learned (from Captain Awkward: go there right now if you’ve never been, I have grown so much as a person and a “bitch) that having a “script” of responses takes a lot of the pressure off. Next time potential FIL says something racist, look him in the eye, let the silence become just a bit uncomfortable,

I honestly thought this was going to be an article about socks for my knockers.

I can’t stand my brother and have no relationship with him.

“First of all, it’s only a tell-all in that I go through and recant some of the beautiful nuances of our lives, our family home.”

I bet you meant to say “DO NOT,” right?

That’s not it at all, and you seem to be conflating multiple things at once. It’s not about The Rules. In fact, unless your rule is “treat women as people” then there are no rules.

Ummm, that’s not it.

GREEN ROOM IS SO GOOD! I finally watched it a few weeks ago and it was unbearably tense the whole time. (But then, I felt the same way about The Babadook.)

I think “Green Room” has the most accurate depiction I’ve ever seen of (how I imagine) real people who aren’t trained in combat fight. You could see real fear, hesitancy, desperation, and, most importantly, missteps, when they were fighting. So often in films you see characters with little to no background in combat

Green Room was one of the best movies of 2016, period. The realness of the neo-nazis in the placid Pacific Northwest is fucking terrifying.

Green room does not get enough horror love. That movie is scary as shit and the whole thing is just so believable.

Green Room was FUCKED UP. I have a pretty strong constitution, both because of my job and because of a lifelong love of horror books/movies, but the arm scene made me scream in horror and my boyfriend started groaning “oh god, no, no, Jesus effing Christ, no”. (God only knows what the neighbors thought was going on.)

If Woody Allen were smart, he’d shut the fuck up and maintain a low profile for the forseeable future. Like, until he died.

Sept 2015: my mother and I met in New Orleans for a long weekend to celebrate her birthday. I lived, at the time, a nearby college town deep in Cajun country. I took the train in. It was beautiful, cutting through lush, spooky swampland.

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