What’s come over Jessica?
When Jessica got banged by this '70s gay porn star.
When Elizabeth definitely wasn't faking her orgasms.
When the dick was so bomb it put Elizabeth's friend to sleep.
When Regina found her boyfriend's used cum rag.
Thứ Bảy, 28 tháng 2, 2015
12 Invaluable Dating Lessons We Learned From "The House Bunny"
“Now remember: Just be yourself…only different.”
When getting ready, remember to accentuate your best features.
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Don't be afraid to ask for what you really want.
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Be cautious of the lengths you'll go to impress someone.
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First impressions are everything.
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Which "30 Rock" Duo Are You And Your BFF?
“Oh, is this awkward because I’m your best friend, but you’re not my best friend?”
22 Fashion Trends We Used To Drool Over
I love your Adidas track suit.
Sideways trucker hats on on people who weren't actually truckers:
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Backward visors to protect the back of one's neck from harmful UV rays:
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Unbuttoned shirts exposing white Hanes undershirts:
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Oversized brown leather jackets to protect from all of the earth's elements:
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17 Reasons Grandma Gertie Was The Best Character On "Hey Arnold!"
“Never give up. Never give in.”
She found her inner balance ages ago.
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She could play the piano like an absolute superstar.
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Her love story was incredibly romantic and just got better with time.
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She showed us what #relationshipgoals really looks like.
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How Well Do You Know The Lyrics To "Mr. Brightside" By The Killers?
You know you know this song.
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This Photographer Puts Superhero Action Figures Into Awkward Poses
In Edy Hardjo’s world, not even Thor or Wolverine can stop themselves from checking out The Hulk’s junk while taking a whizz.
His pictures show the likes of The Hulk, Black Widow, Iron Man, Thor and Spider-Man in a variety of funny, rude, awkward, and just everyday situations.
Here, Thor, The Joker, Wolverine and Spidey can't help but check out The Hulk's green monster while taking a pee.
Maybe even ripped, powerful superheroes have penis envy.
Hulk, Wolverine and Nick Fury put on a saucy show for Black Widow and Catwoman as a curiously coy Tony Stark sits it out.
Meanwhile, Black Widow helps Hulk manscape his under-arm hair.
Thứ Sáu, 27 tháng 2, 2015
So, Ned From "Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide" Is Pretty Hot Now
So here for this.
Remember the very lovable Ned Bigby, aka actor Devon Werkheiser, from Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide?
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He was totally cute. I mean... in that awkward way we all were in middle school.
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Are you ready?
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35 Beautiful Art Photographs Made By Leonard Nimoy
Take a look through his prolific career as a photographer and artist. NSFW, because all the best art always is.
In the mid-1970s, Nimoy studied photography at UCLA and began seriously considering photography as an alternative to his acting career.
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Although he did star in several commercials, including a few alongside William Shatner for Priceline.com.
Leonard Nimoy's Spock Was The Nerd Hero Who Taught Us How To Feel
Leonard Nimoy as Spock on Star Trek
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Star Trek is for nerds. That much has been certain ever since Gene Roddenberry’s optimistic sci-fi vision for the future first debuted on NBC in 1966. From its preoccupation with invented technologies like warp nacelles and transporter pads to the vagaries of made-up alien cultures like the Klingons and the Romulans, you had to be on the show’s particular wavelength to really grasp its lasting hold on the culture. The show, and its subsequent movies and spin-off series, spoke to a unique blend of passions cultivated by often socially awkward men and women whose abiding faith in and arcane knowledge of science and technology was matched by an earnest hope that the world we live in now will, someday, get much better. In other words: nerds.
We wanted to believe we could be Kirk, but we definitely knew we could be Spock.
And Spock — as played by Leonard Nimoy, who died Friday at 83 — was our ultimate nerd hero. The half-Vulcan's brilliant mind was guided by a razor-sharp perception of the laws of logic that was not just enviable to nerds, it was aspirational. He could cut through the emotions that seemed to clutter up cogent thought, finding the objective reason tucked inside most any problem or scenario. Spock’s counterpart, William Shatner’s Capt. James T. Kirk, was a different kind of aspirational figure: the virile, impassioned leader who was sexual catnip to anyone he wanted to seduce. In order words, he wasn’t a nerd. We wanted to believe we could be Kirk, but we definitely knew we could be Spock.
Though his dispassion at times deliberately read as cold, Nimoy was too adept an actor to make the character an icy, uncaring robot, no matter how often Dr. Leonard McCoy (DeForest Kelley) accused him of being one. Because, in a masterstroke by Roddenberry, Spock was more than just half-human — his veneer of Vulcan logic also masked a well of explosive emotions the Vulcan people had spent centuries striving to overcome.
In the Season 2 premiere of the original Star Trek TV series, "Amok Time,” fans were introduced to pon farr, a Vulcan mating phenomenon in which men are engulfed with a kind of sexual madness that has to be satiated or it will kill them. If there is a better metaphor for adolescent puberty, I have not encountered it. I’m not sure if Roddenberry deliberately set out to forge a kinship between Spock and young teenage nerds who were overwhelmed — even terrified — by their own roiling emotions and sexuality, but he did.
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It was alarming for his crewmates and for the audience to see Spock in such a deranged state in "Amok Time." But it also gave the character — and Nimoy — vital emotional shading, a sense that Spock was far more than just a paragon of logic and intellect. And not just due to his literally dangerous sexuality, either. In the episode's climactic moment, Spock seemingly kills Kirk in a ritualistic Vulcan battle meant to quell Spock’s pon farr. Back on the Enterprise, Spock announces he will resign from Starfleet in disgrace, only to discover Kirk is still alive — knocked out instead by Dr. McCoy in a ploy to simulate death. Spock is so elated to see his friend still alive that he briefly exclaims “Jim!” and grabs Kirk by the shoulders with a huge smile. It was a great winking moment for Spock, Nimoy, and the audience, letting us know that even nerds are allowed to feel — even if it makes us uncomfortable.
As Trek expanded its reach, and Spock took hold as not just a character but a kind of cultural icon, Nimoy became — for better or worse — synonymous with the role. And like twentysomethings trying to escape their own teenage nerdom, Nimoy tried to shake off his connection to Trek in the 1970s with his autobiography I Am Not Spock. But the gravitational pull of Trek’s growing popularity proved inescapable. And eventually, the actor moved beyond accepting his reality to learning not to take himself or the role so seriously. In 1986’s Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home — directed by Nimoy — we were treated to the sight of Spock loose in 20th century San Francisco. He tussled with antisocial punks, learned how to use profanity (or, in Spock’s parlance, “colorful metaphors”), and he swam in his skivvies while mind-melding with a humpback whale.
Some Trek fans — Trekkies, Trekkers, whichever word you prefer — found this irreverence disconcerting. But actually, it was a gift. Passionate fandom can ossify into an unforgiving cultural rigidity, especially when that fandom is overseen by a core group of nerds who archive and catalog every last detail about the thing they love. But in order to thrive, those cultural entities also need to continue to grow with us and with the times in which we live. And that's something Nimoy understood. In Star Trek IV, he gave us a looser, less self-important Spock and Trek, something to remind nerds that logic and intellect needn’t preclude a self-awareness and sense of humor.
Patrick Stewart and Nimoy in the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode "Unification, Part 2"
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In the '90s and '00s, as Shatner embraced his position as a kind of pop-cultural kitsch icon with Priceline ads and his Emmy-winning run on Boston Legal, Nimoy settled comfortably into the role as Trek’s wise elder. His appearance as Spock on Star Trek: The Next Generation in a two-part episode in 1991 was a true television event, earning a reported 25 million viewers, making it one of the most-watched Star Trek TV episodes ever. It was a dream for both old and new Trek fans to see Spock discuss the nature of fallible human emotions with Data (Brent Spiner) — TNG’s own brilliant character at odds with how to express his (perhaps nonexistent) humanity — bringing two nerd cultural paragons together on the same screen.
By the time the actor played Spock in J.J. Abrams’ cinematic Star Trek reboot, Nimoy had come to embody Trek itself, lending the more Star Wars-ian proceedings an air of cultural legitimacy. It’s almost eerie, then, that Nimoy’s death falls at a kind of turning point for the entire Trek franchise: Abrams is setting aside Trek to revive the Star Wars franchise in earnest, and fans regard the last Trek movie, Star Trek Into Darkness, with no small amount of disdain.
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But despair is not logical. Spock has helped expand the very idea of what it means to be a nerd, making his struggle between emotion and logic feel universal, part of the greater human endeavor to strive for something better. And in doing so, he helped to greatly improve nerdom’s cultural currency. The biggest comedy on network TV today, The Big Bang Theory, is literally about nerds who worshipped Spock as kids — and still do as adults. And President Barack Obama said in a statement on Friday marking Nimoy’s passing, “Long before being nerdy was cool, there was Leonard Nimoy.” The president even flatly stated, “I loved Spock.”
When I think about Spock and Nimoy leaving us, like so many Trek fans today, I inevitably think back to 1982’s Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, still the best Trek movie ever and the fullest expression of what Spock meant to me, and to nerds everywhere. Faced with certain death, Spock exposed himself to a lethal dose of radiation in order to save the Enterprise, and sacrificed his body in the process. (That sacrifice would be undone in the follow-up film The Search for Spock, but this is science fiction, after all.)
Spock was one of our heroes, and by the end, he also became one of our friends. He will stay with us. As Kirk looked upon the ruined body of his closest friend, Spock used his final breaths to share his kinship with Kirk — and, really, with the entire audience — saying, “I have been, and always shall be, your friend.” Just typing those words floods me with emotion. Spock was one of our heroes, and by the end, he also became one of our friends. He will stay with us. As Kirk expressed so eloquently at Spock’s funeral:
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19 Times Roseanne Was The Parent We All Aspire To Be
Dishing out love with a side of sarcasm.
When her kids dared to tell her she couldn't make them do something:
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When she perfectly expressed the thoughts of every parent of a junior high school-aged daughter:
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When she felt awesome about herself without feeling the need to prove it to anyone:
Something tells me Roseanne wouldn't have been a fan of Pinterest.
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When she stood up for her kids:
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My Weight-Loss Surgery Didn't Fix My Bad Relationship With Food
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It was January 2013, I was a couple of weeks shy of my 25th birthday, and my BMI was over 40, the result of a lifelong addiction to food and a history of binge-eating. And after months, if not years, of dilly-dallying, I’d finally decided to seriously look into bariatric surgery. So I met with a doctor in a cold hospital room in Lebanon, where I live, to discuss my options. For an hour, he poked and prodded and checked for medical soundness as I stood self-consciously in my underwear.
His verdict was definitive: I was a good candidate. Knowing I would most likely change my mind if given enough time, I asked for the surgery to be scheduled the following week. But before I could go under the knife, I had to meet with a “hospital-mandated” therapist so she could assess my psychological state and whether or not I could withstand the procedure. She had me fill out a form, asked me a couple of questions in a laconic monotone, and concluded the session by informing me I was depressed. (Needless to say, this was not a surprising diagnosis.) Still, I was cleared for surgery, and so they sliced me open, stitched me back up, and sent me home.
Two years later, it’s 7 p.m. after a stressful day at work and I’m gorging on peanut butter ice cream in a supermarket parking lot, scooping it with my fingers with feverish haste like a savage who has no use for utensils. I stop after a few minutes, suddenly aware that people can see me and feeling like my reduced stomach is about ready to implode. I wipe the ice cream off my hands, my face, my shirt, my seatbelt. It's everywhere. This is my crime scene, and I’m frenetically wiping off the blood, wondering what in God’s name I have done. As soon as I get home, I scour my kitchen for more unhealthy food to stuff down my throat. Unhappy with what I find, I take another trip to the nearest grocery store and load up on all sorts of carbonated, refined, artificial, and processed junk.
I wish I could say this was an isolated incident. But despite getting the operation, my binge-eating disorder is still going strong. On any given bingeing day, once the valves are open, it takes tremendous efforts to close them back up again, and not even the nausea and stomach cramps can quell the flood. Today, I don't regret my decision to opt for surgery, but I can’t help but feel like I should never have been allowed to have it. The crux of the matter is, I may have been qualified for it physically, but I was far from ready psychologically.
Remember, this is all taking place in Lebanon, a small and conservative country known to outsiders for its beaches, its food, its indomitable will to party its way through troubled times. But to locals, it’s not’s an easy place to live in. There's the volatile political context, the perpetual economic slump, the propensity for sectarian strife, the lack of social justice. And then there's the fact that here in Lebanon, where looks and appearances are paramount, plastic surgery qualifies as a routine procedure. Imagine conventional standards of beauty on speed. Fall short of these standards and you'll feel left out, ostracized.
Lebanese society is only part of the problem. Unscrupulous Lebanese bariatric surgeons who operate on patients with only 20 or 30 pounds to shed are also part of the problem. The media is part of the problem, so is my country's defective health care system. Pattern-repeating parents are part of the problem. Admittedly, I’m part of the problem too. I could easily gripe at length about body image, about fat shaming, about the fat acceptance movement, about the assumption that happiness is not possible unless you wear a size 12 or under, about the way some people feel entitled to comment on women’s bodies. I could argue that it's all very subliminal and insidious, and that once it takes hold of you, you feel unbelievably foolish for letting it define you, but at the same time, you feel so incredibly worthless that you forget how to function properly.
But over the years, I grew tired of pointing fingers. Personal responsibility, societal pressure, social construct — I no longer cared. The "why" of my dysphoria did not matter. I've tried to rationalize it too many times, going as far as standing in front of my bathroom mirror and sermonizing out loud as I scrutinized my bloated face: "I am not defined by my weight. It's not me, it's society. There is more to me than a number on a scale."
It didn't work. I had the surgery on the very day I turned 25.
There are different types of bariatric surgery procedures. Some can seem pretty scary. There’s the band, the sleeve, and the gastric bypass, among others. I settled on a procedure known as “gastric plication,” which entails creating a sleeve by suturing rather than removing stomach tissue. To my highly skeptical mind, it was the option that sounded less radical, and less invasive since it would be done laparoscopically. All I’d be left with, besides a significantly smaller stomach, were five small scars scattered across my belly. No foreign object inserted, no part of my stomach taken out, no organ rerouted.
The operation went well, but in the weeks that followed, I could barely eat anything. I’d only manage to get two or three bites in before I was overcome with the urge to regurgitate them. Going cold turkey from eating, let alone bingeing, was really tough. I keep one very vivid memory of my recovery, in the weeks following my return from the hospital: standing at 2 in the morning in front of my fridge, longingly sniffing every possible food item I could get my hands on. Ketchup, a can of tuna, I even once took a big whiff of a tub of butter. The compulsion was as irrepressible as it was indiscriminate. All the same, I lost a considerable amount of weight in the first six months alone.
Two years on, I've more or less managed to keep part of the weight off, although the numbers on the scale still tend to fluctuate greatly and I have yet to confront my eating disorder head-on. Food is still at the forefront of my mind every second of every day, and my struggle with addiction is not made easy by the ubiquity of junk food that I so frequently crave. I live in constant dread that I might one day lose my grip, and that my bingeing habits will resurface and plunge me back into an unstoppable maelstrom of weight gain and self-loathing. Some days, it feels like it’s only a matter of time. Think peanut butter ice cream, an entire tub of it, every day for 10 days straight (my personal best).
I don't mean to discredit weight-loss surgery altogether. After years spent shrugging it off as a last resort, a cop-out, I now realize that it can also serve as an effective way to jump-start the process, and one particularly appealing to people faced with the dispiriting prospect of having 100, 150, 300 pounds to lose. But here's the big "but": There's also something fundamentally wrong with bariatric surgery, in that it only serves to "fix" the body and not the mind. I can't help but notice that it's being increasingly touted as the panacea for our modern, busy, hyperactive times. But it is not to be treated lightly. Tremendous psychological work has to be done first or at least in parallel but it's often overlooked in favor of the contemporary truism that weight loss is all about diet and exercise.
By the time I had my surgery, I had 10 years of bad habits under my belt, and the resigned understanding that I was wasting my life away for the most frivolous and shallow of reasons. To me, that was enough. I’d put myself through so much isolation, self-loathing, self-indulgence, phony excuses, missed opportunities, a succession of last straws that never quite decisively snapped me out of my funk and spurred me into action. I thought I was ready for my life to start, and that all these years of misery had helped prepare me for the transition.
But said transition turned out to be excruciatingly long and grueling, in a way I could never have expected. I'm still trudging through, making every possible mistake in the book. One recent snag comes to mind, after a boundary-pushing, stomach-stretching binge: me sitting on the edge of my tub, pressing my thumbs hard against my temples, trying to rationalize what I was about to do, soliloquizing that this would never happen again, that Monday was only two days away, a fresh start, a way to get back on track with a clean slate. Feeling nauseated, my stomach about ready to implode, trying to muster the courage to go through with my plan. Then finally sticking a finger down my throat. Gagging, but only for a couple of seconds, and taking my finger out immediately. That was my first ever attempt at bulimia, and it ended in abject failure.
I doubt there will be ever a second attempt. But I have to stop evading the issue. At some point, I’ll have to learn how to have a healthy outlook on food. Losing weight alone will not miraculously solve everything, and I can’t keep putting my life on hold with that quixotic prospect in mind. Sometimes, it feels like only yesterday I was 15 and just beginning to turn to food for comfort, putting down the foundations for the wall I’d spend years erecting around myself, growing increasingly quiet, withdrawn, painfully avoidant in the process. Then I come to and I’m 27 and feeling like I’m at a standstill, fumbling blindly for the play button on my life, the wall still very much intact albeit carved with scratch marks from my unfruitful attempts to climb my way out. The way things stand, I’m either staring at the slippery slope of self-destruction or looking up at a towering mountain toward salvation. All I need now is to figure out how to start climbing.
RESOURCES:
If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, here are some organizations that have trained support staff available by phone:
National Association of Anorexia Nervosa and Associated Disorders Helpline: 1-630-577-1330
Binge Eating Disorder Association Helpline: 1-855-855-BEDA
National Eating Disorder Association Helpline: 1-800-931-2237
The 25 Most Important Style Lessons We Learned From The Disney Channel
That outfit is SO Raven.
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Don't be afraid to mix trends. All of them. At once.
Who says crop tops, batwing sleeves, sequins, and polka dots don't go together?
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You Need To See This Enchanting Emoji Version Of "Frozen"
Do you want to text a snowman?
So you've probably seen Frozen, or at least HEARD someone humming "Let It Go" a million times.
It's inescapable, but also fabulous.
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Thankfully for everyone who stans for Anna and Elsa, Frozen-mania is FAR from over. Disney has released an emojis-only version of Frozen and it is so COOL.
It includes all your favorite moments from the movie in emoji form...
...most important of all, "Let It Go."
The emojis never bothered me anyway.
Leonard Nimoy Was The Greatest "Simpsons" Guest Star Of All Time
Wherever there is mystery and the unexplained, cosmic forces shall draw him near.
Leonard Nimoy played himself in only two episodes of The Simpsons, but both were packed with some of the best moments in the entire series.
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Like when he had us question the nature of truth.
When he put Mayor Quimby in his place.
21 Excellent Facts You Probably Didn't Know About "Wayne's World"
Schwing!
Mike Myers wanted Wayne's World to be about a local cable access show because hosting one was a lifelong dream of his.
In 1992, he explained that he never had one in real life because he "couldn't get around to filling out the forms and stuff."
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Though the film is set in suburban Aurora, Illinois, no parts of the film were actually shot there.
In 1992, the year of the film's release, Myers said he had never been to Aurora, but "liked the sound of the word." After some research, he also thought Aurora's demographics were similar to his hometown of Scarborough, Ontario.
However, the city of Aurora's official website has a hunch that some scenes were actually filmed there.
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Stan Mikita's Donuts doesn't actually exist, either.
Mikita, a former Chicago Blackhawks hockey player, told Blackhawks Magazine in 2009 that when Lorne Michaels realized Aurora was right outside of Chicago, they thought it was the perfect opportunity to give their local fictional hangout a more relatable theme.
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Mike Myers originally intended for the character of Wayne Campbell to be introduced on Canadian TV.
After joining the cast of Saturday Night Live in 1989, he presented the character to American audiences. The sketch was a hit.
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Fireworks And Brimstone: The Personal God Of Katy Perry
The pop star’s Pentecostalism asserts that God plays an intimate role in every decision she makes, no matter how large or small.
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What Katy Perry prays for, Katy Perry gets. She was just 11 when she asked God for "boobs so big that I can't see my feet when I'm lying down." It was the kind of prayer no one would expect God to take seriously, but Perry hails from a religious background that believes in a God who is eager to answer anyone's prayers, no matter how small (or, ahem, big), as a way of proving His existence.
It's the same God Perry prayed to on Feb. 1, when, as a fully grown pop superstar at the height of her career, she performed during halftime of the Super Bowl for an audience of 114 million. "I was praying and I got a word from God and He says, 'You got this and I got you,'" Perry told Ryan Seacrest days later on the red carpet at the Grammy Awards.
When Perry talks about her relationship with God, it always sounds both personal and somehow refreshing. No other pop star talks about God so regularly and sounds so candid doing it. "I do not believe God is an old guy sitting on a throne with a long beard," she once told GQ , and it shows. Her God is deeply interested in the details of her personal life, from her Super Bowl performance to her relationships to her cup size.
It's not strange for someone raised in the Pentecostal church — someone who once said, "Speaking in tongues is as normal to me as 'pass the salt'" — to feel like her success is the direct result of, and always dependent on, prayer. Her God is deeply invested in individual flourishing and prosperity. And a spirit as colorful as Perry's would, in some ways, be a natural fit for Pentecostalism, which, with its emphasis on speaking in tongues and boldness in prayer, is one of the more fantastical forms of Christianity.
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