Showing posts with label Jennifer Flavin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jennifer Flavin. Show all posts

Thursday, October 23, 2025

Bobservations

This week Carlos is presenting at a seminar on the Hispanic community and HIV/AIDS in Columbia. And since it’s a two-day event I took him to Columbia Tuesday night—and we’ll meet friends for dinner—and then he’ll stay with another friend who is also heading to the seminar so I will have a couple of days to myself.

Cue the trumpets! Carlos never understands how I like being by myself—he loathes it—so I have been teasing him about all the things I’ll be doing this week, but to make himself feels better … cue sarcasm … I asked him to prepare three café con leches that I can keep in the fridge and heat up for my breakfast … and I asked him to prepare the cat’s meals for breakfast, dinner and snacks for two days and leave those in the fridge, too, so I can just set them out for the cats.

“Wow, you want me to get a ride home every morning to clean the litter boxes, too?”

“No, I’ll take care of that.”

You’ll do it.”

“Goddess no. I have called Ivan [the very beautiful young man who does some yard work for us] to stop by every morning and clean them … naked.”

Carlos nearly choked but the truth is, even for two-and-a-half days, I’ll miss him.

This Tuxedo Says is from May 2021:

I don’t know about you, but I think Tuxedo is onto something here. Liz? If you’re reading this, give him a call.

But then Liz showed us, again , that she would never sink that low because she puts America over the GOP.

I’m not sure, I am just guessing, but if you take your cakes into the shower with you, do they stay extra moist?

Jennifer Flavin, Sylvester Stallone’s wife, shared her stupid reasons why children of celebrities are more likely to identify as transgender:

“I just think Hollywood is, you know, it’s all about expression. So, you know, however you want to express yourself. If you feel like a cat today, you’re a cat. And it’s so loosey-goosey. I don’t think that we’re really understanding that these kids are not our accessories. They’re little human beings that need structure. And structure is really important for them because it helps their brain organize everything.”

Flavin also says celebrities’ wealth plays a part—not her kids mind you because she’s a better parent than everyone else—went on to speak about her own daughters Sophia, Sistine, and Scarlet:

“It’s OK what you decide to be as an adult, but raise them just with good common sense … my daughters were tomboys. They preferred to wear pants than dresses, you know? And they loved sports. But I never said, ‘Oh, you’re a boy now.’ I just said, ‘You love to play sports, you love to hang out with boys, that’s awesome.'”

Oh, you’re a boy now, Jennifer? Is that how transgender works? Raise them to be decent, educated, accepting people, Jennifer, and pray to the almighty that they don’t decide to be cats … or you.

Speaking of trans I saw this on Facebook:

A man posed the question:

What’s the difference between:

A] Transwomen

B] Women

Let the tolerant crowd explain this one. I’ll get the popcorn.

And someone replied:

Trans women have only had to cover their drinks around you since they transitioned.

Happy to help.

I might have added, Now f*ck off.

Just a couple of new photos of the kitchen progress … I love the honey cabinets with the dark blue and both of those colors are subtly picked up in the countertops … which are about a week or so out. Then we’ll pick tile for the backsplash, hoping to find some Mexican tiles as accents.

Soon …..

Am I the only one who thinks it should be a much bigger deal, and something that should never be forgotten, that the Vice President of the United States rose to the defense of Young Republicans who openly spoke of their love for Hitler, slavery and raping women?

Never let JD forget what he said.

A spot of good news … here’s a list of some of the countries that also celebrated No Kings day with protests against Cankles:

Portugal … Spain … Netherlands … Norway … Sweden … Belgium … Czech Republic … Denmark … Finland … France … Germany … Italy … Ireland … United Kingdom … Canada … Mexico … Costa Rica … Japan … Australia.

We are not alone; our allies are global.

James Yates, a British model, has shot campaigns for the likes of Hugo Boss and Tom Ford and calls both LA and Australia home, so … Would You Hit It?

PS I would.