My WASPy stepmom has every prescription under the sun because she is apparently intent on being as cliched as possible. I've nicked a few Klonopin from her a number of times and they are absolutely wonderful. I have an Ativan prescription for anxiety but nothing works as well as Klonopin IMO.
@SisterMaryMartha: My parents live in Chestnut Hill. You are not missing much.
This place is down the street from the paint your own pottery studio I worked at in high school. I've been a few times and it is distinctly awesome. I'm glad it's getting recognition!
@messica: Part of my comment got eaten? I always wanted The Lorax but I always got Solzhenitsyn. My Dad also read me The Atlantic Monthly as a bedtime story. My family is weird.
@if_i_only_had_a_heart: I'm 20 and I know. My Dad used to read me One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich but he always insisted Solzhenitsyn was a better bedtime choice. Kind of scarred me.
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I'm glad her "music video" could essentially serve as an extended commercial for "Living Lohan." E! knows how to work 'em.
I haven't heard of any of these people, but I'd fuck Pete Cashmore and Twitter about it afterwards.
Someone should conduct a hottest Gawker Media Ring blogger contest. The hottest people from each site then have to duke it out in a match with two rounds: Wits and Tits (and/or Dicks, we don't discriminate here).
Jessica, I am so with you on this one. I'm always paranoid that people - especially teenagers - are laughing/mocking me; if that makes me gelotophobic, then so be it. It must have its roots in some pretty terrifying girl-on-girl crime in high school.
Did Dowd really *write* that article? It seems like all it is is quotes from an interview with someone who has never been married.
@greenglass: That last sentence is a doozy. Nice work, SM.
My best friend and fellow blogger is a boy anorexic and has struggled with it his whole life. I'm definitely going to have to show him this doc.
Thank you for scooping out the contents of my brain and plopping it onto Jezebel. I've been here so many times I'm not sure if I'd be against developing a keloid at this point.
Good timing, Richard! I'm going to see this in an hour. Any film that allows for even a second of "Illmatic" to be played is a must-see.
Also, I went to middle school with Amanda Seyfried, and I was jealous of her even back then. Clearly her gracing the cover of Teen Vogue has done nothing to stymie my envy.
That House of Holland website is a digital rendition of a bad acid trip. I really wish I had just taken your word for it and not clicked the link.
That picture of Leo is bringing back some puppy love memories for me. I don't think I ever wrote him a fan letter, but my walls were definitely postered with pics of him circa the Titanic era.
@schatzepage: My Dad was a wrestler in high school and also, briefly, a wrestling coach. He always used to make subtle comments about me and my sister's weight: Little things like, "I'm going to the gym! Who's with me? Come on, you girls could use it!" Some aspects of wrestling are certainly fucked up.
My Mom had fibroids that had the potential to develop into some sort of cancer, so she had to have a hysterectomy. :/ I hope you're okay, Jessica!
@Richard: Thank God I didn't read this comment in the writing space or I would have been kicked out for guffawing. Well played.
As I read this post I'm stuffing an invitation to Ms. Bushnell for some dumb NYU Alumni event. She does not live at 1 Fifth Ave.
