Poor Ruby Robert, freckles and all, will pull a few sour strings on his harp in St. Peter’s orchestra the night that Philadelphia Jack, stacombed and betuxed, eases onto that New York stage to play classical music on a violin.
No one suggests that Browning intended to mean vagina when he wrote “owls and bats, / Cowls and twats,” because the context does not allow for it, nor does the greater context of the Browning corpus.
While many comparisons have now been made between “Korrasami” and “Catradora,” in light of the critical success of She-Ra's final season and its open depiction of Catra and Adora's love, […]
“Dammit, Kayla, you're pregnant. Don't pick up a suitcase,” her husband demanded. “It's just a little one.” “Put it down now.” “Don't have a cow, Patrick. I'm pregnant, not incapacitated.”
