The Guilded Age offed that guy right in front of a cart full of oranges, like this is The Godfather.

Nooooo we need one more week. My daughter gave us norovirus. I saw it but my husband hasn’t. Whyyyyy can’t we have both!!

I really thought my mom vibe would be Deedee Pickles with her hipster glasses and sexy red dress, but I’m Phil and Lil’s mom Betty, just screaming about women’s rights and giving some hot butch energy.

Julia Child talks about going to the market daily in her book, “My Life in France,” and I try to pretend I’m her when I forgot something and go to Ralph’s. Just browsing the aisles like it’s a French market and I too have my shit together and am an esteemed cook and spy.

A relatable king.

Watching Robin Hood and Need a little man to sleep at the foot of my bed and be obsessed with me like Sir Hiss.

Is bleaching your eyebrows the new, “I’m thinking about bangs.”

What air travel is like right now

I wasn’t ready for #thesubstance to have Multiplicity rules.

Now this, this is looting. Ain’t nobody gonna be arrested for it either.

TFW you watch a cult doc about a yoga cult and realize your dad and you went to one of the studios features. And then the feeling that you so miss your Dad And wish you two could almost join a cult in 2024.

I love keeping in touch with my exes.

Everyone on the Kensington PR team graduated from the Nepo Baby Clown College of Media Relations. This is very lucky for me because of how much I enjoy mess.

Somehow the women in my group chat have managed to synch our periods, despite almost never seeing each other in person. So remember that the next time someone tries to tell you females are not soul wasting witches with ties to an ancient and terrifying past that mankind cannot remember.

Did the Execs who miss being in the office to lord over people write this?