
Oh Robin Thicke. I
feel like you, too, are trapped by the male expectation to be a dirty hound-dog
whilst keeping a good figure and being involved with copious hot babes. Sometimes I think you just want to drink
extra beers on the couch and fart loudly whenever Paula Patton isn’t around.
Blurred Lines reference aside, I have finally found
something blog-worthy this week. The
last few weeks in May I went to a college graduation/mother’s...