It's late afternoon on a Thursday and the sun is shining effortlessly behind a smattering of ominous grey clouds, forcing a sharp, silver lining to glisten, ironically, around each silhouette. My dog...
When I was 11 years old Baby One More Time debuted and I knew, instantly, that I wanted to be a slut. JUST KIDDING. A stripper. Obviously, a stripper. I kid, I kid. I don't have the body to be a strip...
Kirk Cameron believes (drum roll please) that, "Wives are to honour and respect and follow their husband's lead, not to tell their husband how he ought to be a better husband." WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? I'm so serious. Partners, PARTNERS are supposed to honour each other and treat each other with respect.
Not only am I a liberal-minded, strongly opinionated woman, but I'm a fully conscious being with a beating heart, eyes and a f***ing conscience. Somehow, though, we've managed to turn the continually debated subject matter into something people shy away from breaching and exploring. Something easily misinterpreted as "Latin for armpit hair."
At the ripe old age of 28, I still, sincerely, don't know how I feel about having kids. Not about other people having kids -- that I know (no more than two and for God's sake don't helicopter parent, it creates MONSTERS and someday one of them will have to be PRIME MINISTER!).
I was literally dumbfounded as Chris thrashed around the stage like a gutless fish. He chose to open with his plight with marriage and being in a relationship. I could tell from the moment he started we were destined for trouble.
I don't wear makeup because of society. It's not because every endorsed picture of the naturally exquisite Sofia Vergara makes me want to set my corneas on fire. It's not because I don't like what I see in the mirror without embellishments (okay, it's a bit of all of those things). It's because, for the most part, wearing make up makes my days better.