Ashley
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Ha! You didn’t think this “Dinner and…” series would last past its pilot, did you? Did you? DID YOU?!?! ANSWER ME!!!! And voila. That’s my intro for today’s episode from last night’s dining entertainment: a Showtime series dubbed “7 Deadly Sins”. My favorite, as you can mayhaps tell, is: wrath. While the series covers all’a them, the whole season’s already ended and now the entire collection resides in my OnDemand.. Read More
I always hated county music. Until I got to college. That was when I had my first experience with a southern guy (no, not like that) who wasn’t a traditional cowboy (actually Italian) – but loved country. I liked him at first because he was hot, but then I liked him because he was funny and a joy to be around. We became friends. So, when I found myself repeatedly.. Read More
An opinion piece was posted (complete with counterargument) by a pal online today: “I Think People Without Kids Have Empty Lives And I’m Not Sorry About It.” Do I really have to read beyond something so closed-minded? I tried my hardest, but the comment thread was really far more interesting to me. Most of us seemed to agree that we disagreed with the original author – and all for various.. Read More
“Should’ve been a cheearleader…” “Should’ve studied abroad…” “Shouldn’t’ve ever worn the atomic bomb abomination that were Gap parachute pants…” Nostaligia and regret go hand in hand when I reflect on my childhood and teen years. And today, as I sweep through the interactive plate of social-net spaghetti with my brain fork, I’ve come across a few worthy meat balls to add to this remorse list regarding my formative years. I’m.. Read More
Really? My bubbly, smiley, sexy, kinda famous, and totally gay husband Kyle Krieger? James Franco? Every man that makes me laugh from Russell Brand to Richardland? All these men take selfies. And I’d put my head in the oven immediately if they or their selfies left my life. Even though my oven runs on electricity. ’cause if selfies equal pscyho and if psycho is wrong – I don’t wanna be.. Read More
Dinner is always a challenge. Not because of anorexia or anything, but because part of me wants to be entertained before bedtime – so I do it while I’m eating. But another part of me gets anxious and bored if what I’m watching is too mind-masturbatory. Like the one-two-punch-punchliney sitcoms. Or those shows you have to pause and get your bearings while you ask yourself why you’re wasting your mirror.. Read More
If you’re a fellow femme whose early 20’s were anything like mine, then dressing slutty probably got you far. It got me flowers. It got me out of tickets. But has it ever gotten you out of a one way ticket to the wrong side of the flowers? Well, it did for this one British chick, Zoe Turner, who decided she was gonna dress up like a cross between Billie.. Read More
So about a month ago or so, I wrote an article on the “mysteries of the female orgasm”… It was based off a piece that I had read in Psychology Today – and as I thumbed through the more recent issue, I noticed some loyal readers following up with their musings on said piece. The original posed the question: what was the function of the female orgasm – from an.. Read More
I said I wouldn’t watch “American Sniper” until I finished the book. That was easy – seeing as it’s not out yet. (But, even if it was, I wouldn’t’ve – ’cause you really do get all the facts better that way when you’re free of the emotional music and drama dictating how you should feel.) The book – an autobiography – was an excellent read. It details the life of.. Read More
Okay, I underestimated Shia LaBeouf. Big time. I wrote not long ago – somewhat sardonically – about his venture into the realm of performance art. Was he f’real with that shiz? Today, however, when this Sia video, “Elastic Heart” popped up in my feed – starring him and some little girl called Maddie, I gave it a try. There aren’t many times that I’ll fall in love with a video,.. Read More