Kate Ryan

Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."

It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

My parents got the idea they’d send me to stay at my grandparents’ house in Florida for a week. I think my mother needed a week to herself.

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

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