Probably. It’s the only explanation. When I found out Hulu was adapting Liane Moriarty’s Nine Perfect Strangers, I was ecstatic. I immediately text all five of my friends to let them know. I am what you would call a Liane Moriarty Fan. Fan with a capital F. Fan as in I was going to getContinue reading “Wait…Have I Been Micro Dosed?”
Drag Race is back, back, back again and we are here for it. Like most things, Drag Race has a new look. New werk room, slightly new phrasing, and new rules. This premiere served looks, plexiglass barriers, and six lip syncs. Yep. Six lip syncs. The queens were paired up and immediately made to lipContinue reading “Gentlemen…Start Your Engines”
It is also about denim. Lord, the denim. Anyone who knows me knows I am fond of a denim jacket. Javed somehow pulls off a jean, denim button up, and denim jacket combo. The trifecta of jeans. The holy trinity of denim. It’s glorious.
This post seems really ranty. Because it is. I’m bothered by rape, animal testing, disrespecting people because of their profession, and holding people’s past against them until it is convenient for you; this block of episodes had all of the above. Also, it’s Monday. I’m super bothered by Mondays.
He begs off, but then she opens a briefcase, I assume the same one from Pulp Fiction, and he is mesmerized.
hank the gods she has a fax machine in her ransacked, disheveled home. This woman who appears to not even own a hanger has a personal fax machine.
Duncan and V break up. She goes home and listens to the Virgin Suicides soundtrack on blast, as one does, up until the moment she is arrested as accessory to kidnapping. What the what?
Bonnie fired off the bat signal, y’all. The episode ended with all our gals meeting at the police station and walking in together. And that was that.
So, everyone is on edge and I, for one, would like to place 99.9% of the blame on Mary Louise because she is a garbage person who raised a monster.
Girl. That was the saddest tea party in the history of tea parties. Pathetic, truly. And trying to reason with Mary Louise is pointless. She’s going to sit there with her stupid hair, looking all timid, and then read you for filth.