My high school boyfriend was on the water polo team and he told me that when the team traveled, his teammates would christen any given hotel room by jumping around naked in it. No, he’s not gay. But I considered that possibility for awhile.

Plus that outfit is terrible. The top is boxy and doesn’t flatter her curves, the shoes make her legs look stumpy, and the horiztonal stripes RIGHT ACROSS THE WAIST look like they were stolen from a high school cheerleading uniform (and I love cheerleading uniforms).

I think the idea is to sort of squint sideways at the clothes and then draw inspiration from them to apply to more commercial pieces. Because you’re right: the average person is not wearing these. It would be inconvenient, silly, and witless. I get the feeling everything is supposed to be hyper-exaggerated on the…

YES. Visited while backpacking Europe. I’d been on the fence about spending an afternoon there versus some other tourist thing and I’m so glad I chose the Prado. Literally one of the best decisions of my life. I had no idea I’d see so much significant art I’d probably never have the opportunity to see again, including…

He’s one of my favorites. Bosch, not Trump.

MENU!!!!

Sometimes I have to take a step back and remind myself that this is real life. One day my (potential) offspring will ask me, “What was the Trump thing?” and I’ll ignore the question and then tell them to never ask me that question again.

It makes me sick. I’m so embarrassed to be an American right now. Even more than I was in the Bush years.

I for sure did.

Go easy on her. You know she can’t read. She just spouts off what she heard in the remedial Bible class at CCD.

I’d actually like it to be true. Can you imagine the turnout? It would be full of people just itching to rip him a new one/throw a broken bottle at his smug face. So cathartic.

As far as the actual Italian “police” go, they decided she was guilty from the start and went to extremes to prove it, possibly/probably even after they knew otherwise. To admit she’s innocent is to admit they’re wrong. And incompetent.

IKR? She couldn’t help but let that pseudo-superior NY attitude sneak out. Like we’re all supposed to be impressed that she chose to live in a city-sized toilet.

ME TOO. I really think she’s a secret liberal going around saying the worst shit she can think of and calling herself a conservative to make the entire right side look bad. There is no other explanation, really. She CANNOT believe the shit she says.

I assumed that after the fact. I’m just so disgusted by this story it’s hard to stay logical when bitching about it.

I figured it was something like that. It was just sort of a jarring visual oxymoron in the pic though.

The kids had a Barbie Jeep but no food/water/beds/etc. PRIORITIES.

Of course he did. How in the world would their paths meet other than that? She was a wannabe model when she met him. There’s no way she was prancing around state dinners and charity galas on her own merits.

I flew to Florida from California when I was like seven or eight. It went perfectly well (Hulk Hogan was on my flight, or so my mom said because you could wait in the terminal back then). But a five-year-old...they’ve barely graduated preschool. That’s a little questionable to me.

YUP.