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Christine Jennings
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Love this! I miss the 90’s shows. They were so full of creativity and beauty. Now it’s rehashing looks poorly, Kendall Jenner and the nepo babies, and the masses whining when a designer doesn’t include plus-sized models.
Can we just go back to 1995 for ten minutes? Le sigh.
February 6, 2025 at 11:17 AM
Oh, but yes! I read The Onion on many subway rides, laughing my ass off. It was definitely better back then.
February 3, 2025 at 2:31 PM
I agree, that is yet another reason writing is challenging. I understand the subtext, and don’t think this vulgar country is worthy of rawhide at the moment; most definitely not a cool dog.
I’m glad the piece made folks smile, it simply didn’t resonate with me. 🩷
February 2, 2025 at 5:29 PM
I love dogs, particularly my own, but this is a blah piece for The Onion. I’ve not enjoyed the stories like I used to since recently becoming a regular reader again. Please bring back the funny!
February 2, 2025 at 4:15 PM
People don’t deserve dogs. They are truly magical.
January 27, 2025 at 11:20 PM
I grew up on cocaine, Blue Cross amphetamine pills advertised in the back of Cosmopolitan magazine, and Valium I stole from my Uncle. I feel like shit, but I look great.
January 27, 2025 at 7:39 AM
January 27, 2025 at 7:15 AM
Karen Mulder is exquisite. I love 90’s Chanel. 🩷
January 27, 2025 at 7:06 AM
It’s giving SHEIN vibes for sure, and I’ve just done my first post. Let’s see what happens.
January 27, 2025 at 7:01 AM
Only 30 million users? Bluesky is (un)officially the boutique social media platform!
Its striking resemblance to Twitter is room for pause, but any Zuckerberg/Musk-free space is worth the migration.
January 27, 2025 at 6:56 AM
I’m so sorry to hear this, James. Sending so much love and support your way. 🙏🏻🩷🎈
January 27, 2025 at 5:34 AM
Solitude saves me from complete insanity. My voice becomes the most unbearable sound in the world to my ears; my internal monologue tortures my head ruthlessly. A perpetual emotional hangover life is.
January 27, 2025 at 5:30 AM