When I feel this way, I think about:
When I feel this way, I think about:
Someone on the BBCA joked about how uncomfortable many of the aristocrats looked during the sermon. He was rebuffed by the cohost who said that Queen Elizabeth had to approve *everything* today, down to how long Rev. Curry would speak. The blue bloods might have freaked out, but Curry had a thumbs-up from QEII.
I heard that phrase many a Sunday growing up in church, except it was the football game everyone was ready to get out for. :)
Him wiping away tears periodically, his accent, his beard.... mmmm mmmm and Mehgan gets to escape Trump and this disaster country forever...... never been so jealous in my LIFE!!
I always think of Episcopal preaching as formal Catholic lite. This was almost Southern Baptist in feel.
Not a pay gap story, but a story of a boss (or series of bosses, I guess) giving me that much needed push I needed to spiral further into depression back in 2016.
Junot Díaz, one of our greatest living authors, has written a deeply personal piece for the New Yorker about being…
‘It’s Not a Fucking Accident’
This. I was explaining to my non TS watching friend that this wasn’t the high quality work on other HGTV programs, this is me and you and a gallon of paint and some goofy idea we got off pinterest.
Listen, Duke has already lost. Let’s not get greedy.
She was invited to speak, and then she was asked a question, which was pointing out the exact same attitude that you’re projecting, how does it feel to constantly be told you’re time is over, sit down and shut up. It’s gotta hurt, and she gave a poised answer, but no doubt it cut. She gave her life to the Democratic…
Oh come on. At this point Clinton could say “we’ve been having nice weather lately” and the media would immediately start screaming “CLINTON OUT OF TOUCH WITH PLIGHT OF FARMERS AS DROUGHT WORSENS!” or “CLINTON ADMITS CLIMATE CHANGE A HOAX!”
Rick “Jazz Hands” Santorum and anyone else spewing this level of stupid should have to tour a morgue after a shooting and see what exactly they are dealing with. How you going to do CPR when there is no chest left, Rick? Where do you do compressions if the heart is pretty much gloppy soup?
Every cat’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how they slept and how they cleaned themselves that distinguish one cat from another.
For the millionth time, let’s focus on the men, not the women.
She’s not allowed to make political statements. William is president of Bafta. Why should she sit out? Can we stop vilifying women who aren’t doing Times Up well enough?
And Eli Manning upstaged Tom Brady in a Super Bowl for a third time.
And of course, the Cube is made of Lego.
(which is why it's indestructible and can rearrange itself constantly)
We are the Borgen. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.