UK magazines tend to always have these weird dark taglines. You’ve got trash magazines like “Take a Break” with stories like “my son’s ghost raped me” and “husband tried to trick me in to stabbing my baby” (not even being dramatic, I googled those).

Unfair. She’s a professional, experienced high-fashion model; Rita isn’t.

agreed but also what an awful headline—not only hinting that the attractive/successful/and talented have no basis for depression & suicide, but also hinting that their suicides are somewhat more meaningful?

“Suicide is tragic enough, but it’s particularly bewildering when young people who appear to have it all take their own lives.”

I refuse to read this post because COOOMMMMEEE OOONN!

My favorite part is the humble brag “I had to buy five pairs” of glasses.

“as I have mentioned, I was getting my Masters Degree” is a personal favorite.

She was looking for some work—she didn’t want a fling—when she got a nanny job with Ben and Jen this spring. What was she to do, what was she to say, she needed the money. But over the next few months her bosses went to war—she was there to watch the children, but their father saw more. She had youth! Jen went poof!…

Who would have guessed that the girl we described, was just exactly what Ben’s penis prescribed? Now Jen Garner found her disgusting - she let her go! And now Ben’s on top of her thrusting - His rep says ‘no!’ She’s the lady in bed, next to Ben Affleck: the man of her dreeeeeeams.

Wow, definitely thought you meant that Ben Affleck was dating Fran Drescher, and my mind was blown for a minute.

And no one is surprised.

In the car, he goes on to vape, talk about gun control, and attempt to FaceTime Megan Fox.

Mia Goth needs to run from LaDouche.

I'm high. It helps.

I look forward to his ‘I am not a domestic abuser’ performance art show.

And yet your icon is... shoes.

Holy god. I don’t have a thing with feet, at all, but someone cutting their toenails in public, much less in such a tiny, cramped space, is literally making me shudder.

I’m the barefoot person you all hate. Sorry! Not sorry enough to stop taking my shoes off, but I will try extra hard not to let my feet touch your stuff. Didn’t realize it was an issue.

I made my ex-husband wear socks to bed for the first year of our marriage.

I once sat in the middle seat between a man chewing tobacco then spitting into a cup and a woman who cut her toenails.