Me and every other girl born within 5 years of me are collectively exploding into a deafening symphony of “SQUEEEEE!” this week about the release of this dreamy video of the Lisa Frank headquarters featuring an interview with Lisa Frank herself.
Other than being associated with a VMAs performance that gave me unprecedentedly fulfilling sex dreams about Beetlejuice (do me dirty, Robin Keaton Beetlerapist), this video is hands down the most I’ve ever enjoyed Miley Cyrus.
It’s essentially is a guy saying, “Um, pardon me, ma’am, but I believe you’ve forgotten that your presence on earth, and on this sidewalk, is entirely for the purpose of my enjoyment, and that of my fellow menfolk.”
Talk about twerking; attempt to twerk. Or even mention You-Know-Whore’s name.
All you hyper-intellectual TED-talkers with your high-brow, book-learned feminastics can take a goddamn seat, because we have a new official troubadour of sexual liberation, and her talk could not be any realer.
“The idea of Kanye and vanity are like, synonymous.”
If Chris Brown and Rihanna are aware enough of the range of their audience to use it for their professional advantage, they are engaged in a contract with the public, the other side of which says “You are responsible for the image you portray, and the morals you personify.”
Coming out of an utterly painful-to-watch likeability meltdown in 2012, the Republican Party is attempting to dig out of the dog days of public disapproval via a campaign to introduce a little, um, color into their party.
Suffice to say that I’m not anywhere close to getting married. But I’ve got a pretty raging heart-boner for throwing — and starring in — a wedding.
This song sounds like the Baby Jesus ringing a single bell into a clear night sky to signal the first flake of snow falling. I believe this song has actual restorative powers.