I love when celebs share these photos on #TBT. Memory lane makes you remember they are human. In this case, Brooke Burke’s hair and face make me think of working at Merry-Go-Round in the Woodbridge Center Mall in New Jersey when I was 16. I love everything about this photo, but mostly the expression. We all had those “modeling” shots (and when I say modeling shots, i mean Glamour Shots) where our mothers told us it was the most gorgeous picture they had ever seen. I will be getting mine to share when I head to my dad’s house in Jersey. You. Will. Die.
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Look, I’m not a fan of dreadlocks, either. They’re smelly and full of bugs and they leave grease stains all over your pillowcases. But this kid from Glee… there’s something about him… he’s got these cheekbones that could cut glass… and these dangerous meth-dealer eyes… and, sure, he looks like he’s sooner stab you then fuck you, but that’s part of the adventure, isn’t it? On Tuesday night’s episode his character sang a sweet little duet with Quinn, popped a boner when he was helping her with her physical therapy, then showed up in the locker room with his hair like THIS. I GASPED. It’s just MAGNIFICENT, isn’t it? It’s like a giant squid mated with Amy Winehouse… like the alien from Aliens doing Cersei Lannister drag… It’s shaped like something a medieval prioress would wear. I can’t stop staring at it. True story: I had dreads once. But because my hair was so thin and stringy, the hairdresser had to tease it, roll it into wan little tubes, cover them in glue, and then take a soldering iron to them to burn the hairs to make them wrap around each other. IT WAS DISGUSTING. Literally the saddest hairdo IN THE WORLD. Thankfully no pictures of it exist. But I think that experience gives me the authority know good dreads when I see them and to say THAT’S A BOY WHO KNOWS HOW TO WORK THEM. Say what you will, but in this scene, with that updo, he is a style god.
From Daily Mail: “Lady Margaret Thatcher during a rare public outing last week to enjoy the spring sunshine in a London park. Accompanied by Kate, her ever-faithful carer of the past ten years, the 86-year-old former prime minister sat contentedly watching a group of boys playing football. She was in remarkably good spirits, happy to chat with admirers who stopped to speak to her as she relaxed on a park bench. To the evident delight of Lady T, a young hound which had been sprinting around the park jumped up on to the bench. She didn’t hesitate to stroke the dog affectionately.”
What I always loved most was the casual glances over to the scrolling list. Just amazing.