You know, if these zealots actually gave a shit about these babies AFTER they were born, it would sure make a lot more sense.

Pretty sure bearing false witness (aka lying to patients) is not something Jesus would be pleased with, so...

Not only this: the whole thing is that she’s done nude scenes. They didn’t find a cache of sexy selfies; she was nude for work. They are literally shaming her for doing her goddamn job.

What sort of foundation does she use?

Don’t know about the foundation, but she uses a killer bronzer.

Predictions:

Do you also judge everyone who eats in nice restaurants? You can only eat that meal once and afterwards you don’t even have an item you can turn into something else like a christening gown or a quilt.

And tons of men buy $300 jerseys without blinking an eye. A dress that is made to order and probably has a ton of lace, sequins, pearls, etc. sewn on it is going to cost more than a t-shirt. Surprise!

They are paying for the experience THEY want.

Right. If they were taking orders for iPads and not delivering then no one would question it. But it’s something that is important to women, so it’s stupid and everyone has to chime in to decide what these women’s priorities should be.

How expensive can some of these dresses be? If you’re out a few hundred bucks and some time, that sucks but it’s not a disaster.

They choose to spend their money however they want. I lost a shit ton of money and the whole saga was on Gawker. I was subjected (I was quoted from a news source) to a lot of people telling me how stupid I was and how they would have spent that money. It didn’t make me feel better and in fact, made me feel actively…

Doesn’t matter if it’s too much. Matters that they bought it and the store isn’t delivering the product.

WE ALL LIVE IN A TARDIS FULL OF BRAS

For real. I’d hate to be someone’s consolation prize.

It’s Jane. Jane Bond. Played by Gillian Anderson. It is known.

“You couldn’t make it up.”

Just picture him, having conceived this comedic gem, surely the height of all wit, in his mind. He thinks, “the world must hear this” and, trembling with anticipation of the adulation he is sure to receive, slowly types it into the comments box. Then he sits back, basking in the warm glow of self-satisfaction, as he…

END OF THE WHITE MAN sounds like the title of a particularly bad Who fanfic.

Well, I’m with her.