THEY DID IT. IT'S OFFICIAL.
Beyoncé’s father who may or may not be estranged from her after cheating on Supreme Goddess Tina Knowles said that...
Hello Kitty is not a cat. I'm not even trying to trick you by building up to the fact that she's actually a snow leopard or an arctic fox or something else white with pointy ears. Nope.
It's sad to say but I've been exposed to more brilliant women writers through Tumblr than I have through classrooms.
And we've arrived at the #fAtalefinale! Also, it was Thanksgiving! Glad to know where we are in time because you sure as hell can't tell by their clothes.
So far in this episode I have been extremely disappointed. Marquel was sent home (but really, who would choose Marquel over Jesse?), and despite the fact that ABC tricked me into believing that someone went out into the jungle and got lost and cried… That didn’t happen.
The most beigely basic, pumpkin spice flavored, Earlybird-filtered-selfie-taking coed to do a shot of Fireball in a sombrero and wake up with multicolored confetti puke in her hot pink Kate Spade tote bag.
Sorority rush is like hell, if Hades wore Lilly Pulitzer prints exclusively.
I can’t explain how mad I was when I realized there were four hours of this show on in a row, but here we are. And to be honest, it was pretty entertaining.
Oh college. The pretty much compulsory life stage that inspires excitement and a little fear. What will your first ever semester of college be like? Will you make friends? Will you be okay?
These tiny nuggets will make your ovaries squee.
Selfies are not that serious, bb.
Are you a good bitch or a bad bitch? Just kidding, there’s only one kind of bitch to be: a bad bitch.
I know Cosmo tells you to casually pair your dude's jeans with sequins for a look that "flawlessly transitions from day to night!" but the reality is that pairing your super slooty spandy dress with a pair of his boxer shorts is less than stealth.