I'd be far happier if they'd let Dichen Lachman head up the show. She's a much better actress.
"Yes, there's an afterlife. Not recommended."
It happens to young men who model, as well. My husband ended his modeling career when he struck the photographer who refused all requests to keep his hands to himself. To this day, my husband has no regrets about his action. The money was not worth the frequent harassment and humiliation.
He is noticing that school shoes for little girls have not changed in 144 years and wondering whether or not he could make it as a shoe designer once the screaming fans forget him.
From his angle, he could not see her legs above the knee, so there is nothing remotely lascivious about the picture.
That being said, dude still needs a damned haircut.
How nice must it be to totally not care what anyone else thinks about how you dress? She's flaunting her serious independence all over the damned street. Go ahead with your bad self, Ms. Carter.
Good lord. I have two children and yet have not managed to lose the passion in my marriage. Might I suggest an early and enforced bed time for the children, so the adults can have time alone? It works wonders.
Having a job that simply pays the bills and offers no chance for advancement is way more of a passion-killer than someone who lovingly stands over the stove for the eons it takes to make a proper risotto, then offers it to you as an act of love. In fact, one could almost argue that a relationship so full of consideration and shared pleasure in the little things is just about the only thing that makes a hand-to-mouth existence bearable.
I'm in for opening weekend on this one. Down with emo vampires, says I. Give me bloodsuckers who forgot that "all you can eat" has consequences. All that and crossbows? Yeah, definitely in.
Sort of like that he looks like a real person here. A bit cuter without the makeup.
Now, can you find me some free-range Karl Urban? Please?
The book was so much better - and far, far creepier. I'd love to see a movie that was more true to the book.
That photo is not photoshopped. I knew the guy in it and have seen the liger close up. She's that big. I really hope it wasn't one of his people who got hurt, but I can't say it would surprise me. When you work with wild animals (even bred in captivity), there's a good chance one of them will be in a bad mood and take it out on you.
If I had to go to the beach with the husband wearing something from the Island page, I'd have to go with item C. He's always wanted a unicorn. But he can't have one, because he's a whore.
Mine says that I'm a mouthy broad and proud of it. Go figure.
Round ligament pain. They never put that in any friggin book and
when it happens to you it is scary as hell. Basically, the ligament
along the uterus gets stretched beyond the point your body thinks is
okay and it hurts like hell. So you go to the hospital, worried about
all this pain and they hook you up on a stress test (which you don't
need) and poke and prod for a couple of hours until some smart intern
says "oh, that's just round ligament pains" and tells you to take some
Tylenol, which does fuck all for the pain. So now you are in pain,
confused and angry. Until you go home and google "round ligaments" and
figure out what's up. Only the explanations tell you it should last for
a few seconds when in reality it can last for days.
@TheFormerJuneBronson: Amen to that! I have
been married for 15 years and it hasn't turned me into someone dull (I
hope...). Having kids turned me into someone perpetually tired for 10
years, but that's changing now, too. I like my husband. He likes me. We
chose someone whose flaws suit us (i.e., don't make us batshit crazy
all the time). We do our own things, we do things together, we cook for
and take care of each other, we do our best to warp our children in
ways our parents didn't warp us, we fight and make up like all friends
do sometimes. We're damned lucky and really, really stubborn about
working through whatever needs to be worked through. He's a pain in my
ass and sometimes he's an idjit -- and so am I. We're humans in a
relationship and aside from legal things and sex, I don't see as how it
differs much from any other long term friendship I've had.
I loved being single. I loved having all my time and space to
myself. I remember it fondly and believe that I could easily have
enjoyed my life that way to its very end. What I can't figure out is
why there is some sort of manufactured war between those who are single
and those who are married - as if there's anything useful in proving
which one is "better."
I made incoherent choking sounds when this came on, forcing my
husband to look first at me and then at the TV, towards which I was
gesturing. Finally, I gasped out "Laundry? Dreams? Cradle? Buh wha?"
which, I admit, cracked him up, though he agreed it was a totally
creepy ad. We LIVE in our friggin dream cottage and our kids are quite
aware of how much work it takes to keep it up because they *help*.
Damned if I'll raise my boys to be useless in the domestic arena and
damned if I would consign a girl to "dreams" of housework.
