Think Mamma Mia only replace Dancing Queen with Wannabe and Waterloo with Spice Up Your Life and “the story of a beautiful, talented girl and her best friends who get swept up in the obsession of today’s TV celebrity culture”. Please. The show will open at the Piccadilly Theatre on December 11. Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you want to see it. I’ll probably see it twice. You realise what happens if Viva Forever is a smash hit? In 50 years they’ll still be singing Say You’ll Be There; their music will be immortal. Am I delirious or just hung over? I can’t believe I just wrote that. So, you know, Viva Forever indeed.
The Spice Girls announced a stage production based on their songs. I WANT TO GO THERE. (via apsies)
Hyperventilating with excitement over here!
I enjoy being indoors. I enjoy laying on couches, snacking, and reading (watching TV). Summer sucks because it is the only season when, if I want to do this in the middle of a gorgeous day, people (my children) look at me like I’m a disgusting person. Well, guess what? It’s 90 degrees out there, it’s 68 degrees in here, and this episode of The Bachelorette isn’t going to watch itself.
– Adam Scott, on why he hates summer (via sinisterlava:sixohthree)
this man is not only supah fine but also supah wise.
Yes, Obama duped young people by not doing every single thing they want. So now, they’ll all vote Republican. It’s like when I want some bread, I won’t settle for half a loaf. Instead, I will have a muffin made of broken glass.
Stephen Colbert (via annemonroe)
kristin: after sitting in a packed theater for hours last night waiting for the hunger games premiere, killing teenagers for entertainment seems like less of a mystery.
Here’s hoping they all went to opening night and aren’t sharing a theater with me tomorrow.
My daughter asked if I had gotten her anything for Valentine’s Day. I told her I gave her the gift of life 6 years ago and it was time she gave me a present to thank me for that.
My boss is becoming my role model.
One Planned Parenthood clinic does more in a day to prevent abortions than the entire Pro-Life movement does in a year.
Helen Philpot (via feminishblog)
I went to Planned Parenthood in Boston during a Pro-Life protest in front of the building (not smart). I was accosted at the entrance and had my arm yanked back in an attempt to prevent me from entering (Boston police, where the hell were you?). I finally made it inside after being screamed at, called a whore, and told I would burn in hell for all eternity.
The reason I was at Planned Parenthood was to get birth control.
To pass through Grand Central Terminal, one of New York’s exalted public spaces, is an ennobling experience, a gift. To commute via the bowels of Penn Station, just a few blocks away, is a humiliation.
“A Proposal for Penn Station and Madison Square Garden,” from The New York Times. (via taylorlorenz)
As someone who used to start her commute at Grand Central and end it at Penn Station… I whole-heartedly agree.