I once leaned my forearms on my legs while they were covered in nair. I didn’t notice until the next day, when someone pointed out the bald spots.
I once leaned my forearms on my legs while they were covered in nair. I didn’t notice until the next day, when someone pointed out the bald spots.
Had a twitter conversation with Margaret Atwood! I wrote a choose-your-own-adventure fanfic for a class on the MaddAddam books, and tweeted the result at her! She actually responded! I nearly died.
Did you go along with it? That seems like a great way to get free stuff
I saw Julianne Moore at a film premiere last week, and I swear to god everyone in the place went silent when she walked in. She is magical.
It seems like she thought her shirt would cover her crotch. It did not.
Suffragette! She got me on a huge women’s history kick. I did projects on Alice Paul for YEARS
Fuck yes! Kathleen was my favorite
Correct! If anything, it would be peni with a long i
I spent the entirety of this show either crying or cursing at the screen. It is fucking amazing
I have mixed feelings about this issue. It isn’t like museums are asking for permission to buy the bones of ancient people, either. They’re both forms of grave-robbing, one is just very well-funded.
You don’t get to own someone’s body, no matter how poor they were in life. That doesn’t seem all that complicated.
But her hair is so shiny! I just can’t hate anyone with such shiny hair, try as I might.
I found them delightful! Different strokes
I love Kate Beaton! This comic, like all of her comics, is perfect
You should read Anne Bronte’s books! Her heroines fell in love with very nice normal guys. She was probably the most well-adjusted of the Bronte sisters.
Or Anais Nin! It’s vastly better and equally kinky
The hero we deserve
can i just say that i am thrilled
I love this!!! Someone once looked directly at my friend on the subway and said “There are too many fuckers in Brooklyn”
My favorite over-heard line (I live in NYC so I hear a lot of them) came from a man in a business suit walking through central park and talking on his cell phone: “well, it’s soul-crushing”