“’There might be 20 to 30 things every day. We are talking about the finest, finest details here - a salt shaker out of place or a light switch left on.”
Can’t help but wonder if her perversions weren’t at least partially responsible for her mean behavior.
“Can’t help but wonder if her perversions weren’t at least partially responsible for her mean behavior”
Is that a polite way of saying you think she’s a domineering dyke b**ch?
Short of marching into her show wearing leather and chains, it’s pretty obvious that’s what she is.
Just ask Anne Heche.
Oh no, say it ain’t so! Surely lesbians are all gentle souls, spouting cheerful poetry and sweet words, ever smiling, and eager to set out tea and fresh cookies for visitors.
And I can’t help but think you need to see a therapist.
I know lots of people fornicating, which is a perversion, that are just fine.
Or do you pick and choose your perversions?
You know what? Reading this stuff, I don’t care a whit about Ellen. Mean, smarmy b-i-itch.