I worked on a failed show called “The Real Exorcist” about a priest/con man who went around claiming he could exorcise people’s “demons” (which were, in this case: depression, anxiety, anger, sadness, homosexual urges, heterosexual urges, sleepwalking, etc.). And he just so happened to always “help” poor people who…

our brand is an easy target

Big mistake naming yourself The Honest Company. That’s what was asking for it, not her celebrity. No. 1 rule in PR is don’t set up your name, tag line or branding to be the punchline for a joke. Or if you do go down that road, you'd better be fucking perfect.

My thoughts are that women are socially conditioned to try to be warm, fun, and approachable in both appearance and attitude lest they be considered a bitch, cold/frigid, or unlikable for whatever reason. Tie that in with ageism and sexism, and actresses become more disposable with only a few remaining popular.

What the everloving fuck. Thats wild. Who includes manslaughter in any public announcement?

“She rarely gets upset over things like parking tickets or bad-hair days.”

Or running over a 5 year old, apparently.

Oh, sure, make a big deal out of it. Who among us hasn’t killed a child and included that information in a wedding announcement?

How I hate that term “adult-ish” and “adult-ing.” Twenty-six is an adult. No -ish about it. If your father is giving you the down payment, that had better be a loan that you’re paying back. Aargh.

They sound like two of the most insufferable people on Earth.

I mostly just vomit when I’m nauseous, but she got an apartment!

That’s a writer who no longer takes their job seriously and has decided to fuck with their readers until someone notices.

WHAT DID I JUST READ?! Did the fact that the bride KILLED A CHILD make it into a story about her wedding as an aside?!

LOL silly girl. Have you considered having a dad? But, like, the good kind. Not one like mine who, if I asked him to give me a down payment, would laugh, throw $1 in my direction, and tell me not to spend it all in one place.

That tile is ugly as hell, but I am still super jealous that she has a dad who views his children as investments, rather than as ungrateful demons/a long-game plot by their mother to embarass him by producing individuals that aren’t also him.

That asking your parents buy you an apartment rather than paying for your own housing really puts the ish in adultish.

I make six figures and would be scared to death to plunk $400K down on an apartment. (My parents are dead so they can’t fucking help.)

SIKK BERN

>What does $400,000 actually buy you in Williamsburg?

fun fact:

Call me crazy, but calling it ‘worse’ as if there are variables when you’re kidnapped as a child bride by a lunatic won’t change my mind about porn.