As we sit in summer of 2016, we know next to nothing. Here are currently the only confirmed facts I have been able to gather about the upcoming season of “American Horror Story.”
There are so many dressings on the table. Only psychopaths have that many salad dressings.
Pumpkin-flavored beer is in the fridge, fall officially starts tomorrow, and tonight is the premiere for “American Horror Story” creator Ryan Murphy’s brand new horror comedy series.
Hasn’t anyone ever wondered exactly HOW Charles brought his son Thaddeus (AKA The Infantata) back to life?
I’m convinced that Angela Bassett is a witch for being able to look that good at the age of 55.
Not sure which is worse, having a boyfriend who cheats or a boyfriend who systematically plots to slaughter all my witch friends.
Hey, hon! Glad to have you back.
Murphy must rethink who his media politics include and who they marginalize, who his audience invites in and who his imagined community leaves out.
This is not progress.
There was no uniform required at school; no need, I guess, since everyone already dressed the same in Duck Head shorts and Polo shirts. The boys wore loafers. The girls wore pristine white Keds. I never uncovered the mystery of how they kept their shoes so clean. I suspect they bought a new pair every week.