I mean, I don’t care either and maybe technically she’s an adult ... but it sounds like she is a very vulnerable person who doesn’t have a stable, competent person to help het make good choices.

Velazquez did domething very similar. He painted a child star of her day surrounded by her bodyguards and PR people, and with her exotic pets nearby. Her name was Infanta Margarita Theresa, which is a little misleading cuz she’s not really an infant. She's, like, six. It might not be as Good Art as this but it’s not…

When I call my mom’s cardiologist mid-day, I get an answering service. Their office of about 6 staffers just shuts down daily at a designated hour, and the best you can do is ask the service to page a doctor on call (if you are calling about an urgent medical need), or call back when they are back at work.

Why not? We’ve had similar offers for family property, turned them all down. I think it is not uncommon, especially in very desirable areas. Buyers are basically gambling that the owner will die soon. Here there is the “added value,” as it were, of the owner’s notoriety.

To be fair, the one who proposed at someone else’s wedding wss a happy family endeavor that was encouraged and enabled by the bride and groom. I think the proposee was the bride’s sister, she was dating the proposer for years, and the bride herself suggested that he propose to her sister at her wedding. It…

I know a lot of people, many of them avowed hipsters, who hate Anne Geddes because she makes it impossible to hate her. The blissful expressions are impossible to deny. Lady knows her chubby-cheeked cherubs.

I know a certain delightful young woman named Natasha whose existence is due to my dear cousin Rob ‘s glimpse of an Anne Geddes photo blown up to mural size. That mural startled him out of carefree singlehood and into famiy life. Alkost thirty years latet, I’m sure Natasha thinks her dad was an always an old,…

I have three nesting velvet, satin ribboned jewelry rolls from her, six puffy pink satin shoe stuffers, and a set of pink satin lingerie bags. All monogrammed, of course. I always feel glamorous when packing for a trip.

Maybe it’s someone like Wayne Newton who has done the same show in Vegas night after night, year after year. I’m sure he must do that signature song he does at every show, so as not to disappoint any first-time audience members.

Enjoy a lifetime of them disrupting every meal with begging.

True. But it might somewhat rxplain what appears to be such emotional frigidity. Maybe it’s just a societal construct but we are usually very disturbed when seeing a mother so apparently indifferent to her child. Knowing that he is jot her biologocal child softens that, at least a little bit.

Oh for fucks sake. I hope the publicity generated by this stupidity convinces Walmart to save face by hiring him back. How in need he must have felt, that $2 would have been so meaningful to him. Here’s someone who paid the price for wrongdoing and is doing his best to get back on track. Fucking Waldicks.

Yes, but was it designed by Lorraine Schwartz, and is it encrusted in diamonds?

Counting down to a December 3 ship date.

Fiona Apple - Sleep to Dream

I doubt these savages give a fuck, especially when Kerry adds that special WASP enunciation to Da’esh. But Da’esh is probably the best way to minimize the self-glorification. Killers don’t get to be honored by being called “freedom fighters” just because that’s what they call themselves.

RESPECT! I can manage some Tuesdays, but not all the time. I usually stick with Monday to avoid crushing disappointment.

To be fair, these are from a time when it was perfectly normal to accentiate her outfit with gloves. I had a glorious collection of “spring” gloves - unlined, intended for spring and summer - in leathers, suede, perforated leather, wrist length, arm length. We wore them with everyday outfits without a second thought,…

Oh hey, I have one of those! It grew, shrank, and grew as I grew or lost and gained weight. Yes, I’m comfortably over 50. I didn’t even know that they aren’t given anymore.

My mom & I went through her late 60’s-early 70’s hat collection this weekend. I would not allow her to throw out a single one, even though they are all entirely unwearable. So fabulous! Like the ones in these pics. Each one was a masterpiece, but realistically, they really aren’t wearable anymore except maybe by…