Thank God  those Nineties RomComs are over and done with. I think one of the reasons so many people are fucked up in the head when it comes to relationships these days is because of those sappy romantic comedies about a man and a woman, who despite everything, live happily ever after. The guy could have been a cheating man-whore, but all of a sudden he’s running across a bridge or paddling a boat to the airport to catch the girl who somehow changed him in the course of two and a half hours. Face it, ladies – that kind of shit just doesn’t happen. Hell, women are going to start marrying the wrong guy on purpose with the hopes that ‘The One’ will barge through the doors of the church, profess his love, and whisk them away. Read more…

Would somebody please tell the liberal Wall-Street-Hang-Em-High losers this is the way this capitalist country (and the world) works? It can’t run without the amazing ingenuity of the big brains in the financial world. Without the banking system the world would literally collapse. And all your holier-than-now good intentions would be just that. Intentions. And the banking system needs the guys who come up with new ways to make money. Without big incentives you won’t get the best guys. And guys, we need the best guys. Read more…

Britney Spears assured fans that she’s doing well amid the #FreeBritney movement and public acknowledgement of celebrity exploitation. 

“Am I OK? Yes, I am totally fine,” the 39-year old pop star said in an Instagram video where she took fan questions on a variety of subjects. “I am extremely happy. I have a beautiful home, beautiful children. I am taking a break right now because I’m enjoying myself.” Spears has two sons, Sean Preston, 15, and Jayden James, 14, with her ex-husband Kevin Federline. Read more… 

For over a year, I’ve had two different hair colors taking up semi-permanent residence on my head. I bleached my naturally brown hair blonde shortly before the COVID-19 pandemic hit, grieving a friend-breakup and desperate for some sort of aesthetic distraction; just months later, though, the closure of salons across the country made it impossible for me to do the kind of regular upkeep my new ’do required.

I at-home dyed my hair pink during the disorienting, boring early months of isolation. Now the pastel-pink has long faded, leaving me with dark roots and a white-blond ponytail; at one point, just waking up every day with this mess of contrasting tones on my head would have stressed me out, but these days, I’m surprised to find I don’t mind it. Read more…