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I love Valentine’s Day because a day designated to recognize love is a nice thing for America to have, right? Thus, it is a day to remember how much you love other stuff too: I love being giddy on champagne with my friends and writing stories till my carpal tunnel explodes and getting black ink tattoos all over me.
I wonder if Dina Lohan ever wakes up (in the house that Lindsay’s Freaky Friday money bought her) and thinks to herself, “Oops. I kind of messed up on the whole “being a mom” thing.” After all, you don’t get to be like Lindsay Lohan without getting a little bit of help.
But Betty’s logic is so limited in scope that the only conclusion she seems capable of coming to is that if it’s not one man, it must be another. In other words, Betty is a woman who might quite adamantly argue that all fish necessarily need bicycles. She just has it all wrong.