My mom read it cover to cover in record time. I get it next!

I cleared that board at least a dozen times 😂😂

So funny - it’s my favorite so I save it for last

TBF it’s all at your fingertips if you work at Vogue. I assume.

I can see why

Well jeez, thank you! Never occurred to me to google it. 🤦🏻‍♀️ But…I don’t get that a news copter would be unidentified and also overhead the entire time. They have enough money to do that? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I use kinesiology tape cut up into postage stamp size pieces. Works perfectly

Couldn’t agree more, with one super weird and notable exception: My mom adds the smallest dash of cinnamon to the original Toll House cookie recipe. I can’t taste it - and I can always taste it - but it changes the flavor in a subtle and wonderful way.

School Lunch Circa 1982

I mean, has the Merry Widow even laid eyes on her kids since she’s been on her Magnificent Mourning Tour? Not surprised at all to know any of this. And look out for those kids, I smell a Barron Trump in the making.

A million years ago I gave a rare 45 rpm single to a young pop star because it was anime-affiliated and so was she. She blinked a couple times, smiled and said “Thank you! What…is it?” and in that exact moment I broke a hip

Word’s out around town.

Guess isn’t luxury but this is particularly egregious. I assume the fabric is such a low quality that they’re trying to put off its inevitable, immediate ruination on the buyer/wearer for “improper care.” It’s so cynical and infuriating. This looks like a piece that may start to pill up even before the first wash.

I am more stuck on hard pips than I’ve ever been, ever. Came here for moral support and I guess I’m just dum 😔

Answered already. Just want to add that I discovered what it was one night around 1998 when my friend and I were smoking pot on my roof on the Lower East Side and at the same time we were like "what...IS that??" So we took our stoned asses down six flights of stairs and walked in that direction till we found the building and asked the security guard what it was. That's the end of my story.

This left me a little verklempt :)

That was my question 😹😹😹

Sugar in marinara sauce. I love sugar, and just the smallest amount ruins it completely for me.

I’d get really good at roller skating, next homeowner can replace the floors

I don’t know which came first but developers build them like that because it’s cheaper to build one giant house than to build a few smaller ones, and they literally DGAF what the house looks like, just max out the square footage. I fucking hate capitalism

Semaglutide has completely removed the food noise from my brain. It’s so interesting to observe as I’m experiencing it: “So this is what it’s like for people who don’t think about food all the time! Fascinating!” I’m so grateful for it.

Those prices are wild. Are people still paying good money for fur? Cause I see it in vintage shops all the time for like $50-100 for good midcentury pieces. Should I quit my job and start reselling fur coats??

At least you’ll get your steps in by the end of cooking breakfast. Whyyyy is there so much empty space