Julie andrews could punch me and I would say thank you.
Going through the Fleetwood Mac tag on Instagram and its killllling meeeee
Is it oct 22 yet?!?!?!?!?!?
ive been meaning to make work-related comics forever, so enjoy some choice movie title bastardizations.
(these all actually, seriously, happened, with no humor or awareness on the part of the customer at the time as far as I could tell. so, yes, someone actually asked for a ticket to “Detergent” with a straight face.)
THIS IS ACTUALLY (SADLY) MY LIFE. A grown woman asked me for tickets to “Magnificent.”
The most recent one: “That one with Jane Fonda and James Bateman?” NOBODY KNOWS THE TITLE.
Got to meet Rita Moreno and watch West Side Story on the silver screen tonight with a dear friend. I can only hope to be as sassy and vivacious at 82.
why do they even make underwear with tags??? just to tickle ur buttcrack???? what kind of sick joke is this???????????
It’s 6:15am and I’m thinking about how the other day my uncle said I should go to the Tigers game to find a husband. Like, is something wrong with me? Why can’t I find THE one?
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…
Girls don’t let anyone tell you loving yourself is vanity.
“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing