after nearly a century of intense fabulousness, zsa zsa gabor has died.
in the first of what may or may not become a recurring series…
oh hey, ya’ll. i’m a legit doctor now so please note the new, highly over-educated gravitas of my lit crit here.
good timing too because with the release of jackie, lo! a kennedy season is upon us.
translation: prepare yoself for some really ridiculously counter-factual daily mail reports.
but you see in dealing with me, the relatives didn’t know that they were dealing with a staunch character. and i tell you, if there’s anything worse than a staunch woman… S-T-A-U-N-C-H. there’s nothing worse, i’m telling you… they don’t weaken. no matter what… but they didn’t know that. well, how were they to know?
you dressed for battle, edie, one of the maysles brothers asks her. this is either an observation or an inquiry, the inflection is inconclusive. it could be either. i cannot tell which.
you dressed for battle. Continue reading
a woman was assaulted and robbed early monday morning.
in a culture that’s very not great in discussing violence against women, it’s worth noting how quickly this story has shifted.
surely you are aware by now that there is nothing trippier than attempting to unpack the rumors surrounding the sex lives of dead people. right? you are with me? if not, go here to the Finding Jackie Compendium of The Sex Lives of Dead People and then come back to me…
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