It’s weird that more web and television personalities don’t read 10 page long letters that seem like they were probably made up because who is writing these letters in their entirety direct to camera with no edits or cutaways at a cold medicine pace and then have that be basically the whole “show.” It’s so entertaining and interesting and important and valuable and relatable and perfect. But that’s why Pillow Talk is the number one thing for girls in the world. Great advice. Great girl talk. On behalf of all the air force cuties out there I think it’s safe to say that we all feel a little less alone in the world. Thank you as always, Katherine Chloe Cahoon!
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I don’t want to watch that again, but did she say “I only wrote him back twice as often as he wrote me”? Methinks that does not mean what you think it means… All in all though, she gives pretty solid advice. Didn’t even ask once if he was European!
Does anyone else ever expect that being swept off one’s feet involves a lot of sweep kicks? I think Mortal Kombat killed my sense of romance.
Also, I was convinced that the end of the date would result in one less kidney for letter writer. Guys, I don’t think anyone should date me ever. It sounds like it won’t end well for them.
I assumed it was a ransom advice letter with words cut out from magazines and the girl was being held hostage in a basement somewhere. Because if that were happening to me? Katherine Chloe Cahoon would be the first person I’d go to for advice. And money. And European men (preferably those with rescuing experience).
̶H̶e̶ ̶w̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶i̶v̶a̶l̶ ̶h̶i̶g̶h̶s̶c̶h̶o̶o̶l̶ He grew up near the robot factory where I was created
If all the women in the world were like Katherine Chloe Cahoon, I’d be totally on board with misogyny.
It’s cool, Chloe. You can use his real name because odds are this man from the internet didn’t use his.
She probably shouldn’t have taken that ambien before reading that letter out loud.
She seems so much more at ease than usual. Ride the train, Catherine. Ride the train.
Read aloud. Always correct your own English.
I’m still waiting for the KCC vs Lana Del Rey death match. In space.
are they in low gravity? because i imagine that fight to appear to be in slow-motion
Thank you, KCC, for gently scrambling my brain again. I’m going to go make some eggs. It’s going to be pretty amazing.
I think this should be the new format of the “Just for Girls” segment on here. We can all sit around in “true love” pjs on our GIANT beds and read advice letters we just made up, then we can take turns answering them. I’ll go first:
Dear Fatima,
I am not one to believe in love at first sight, but I was on vacation in the Riviera and met the most amazing man! He literally swept me off of my feet, because the tide was coming in and I’m not comfortable in water higher than my ankles but am also much too lazy to walk to shore on my own. We had a whirlwind romance, ankle-deep in hot tubs, dipping our toes in the ocean, going for foot baths at the local day spa. It was a dream come true. UNFORTUNATELY, like any rational woman, I began doing background checks on him and discovered that he is a time traveller from 1876 Italy and came to the Riviera looking for a time-greencard, and also a regular greencard. He swears to me that, although this was his original intention, what he feels for me is legitimate. What should I do?
Sincerely, Timeless in Seattle.
Dear Gmarley
I was just getting really sick of the bar scene, but I kept going because my girlfriends are SO important to me, and they drink a lot. So we were at our favorite tha club! and I was down because all of my other friends were making out with a soccer team who came to the bar to relax after an underwear promo shoot except me because frumpy-feelings were keeping the guys away. Ugh!
And then, at the EXACT moment of the key change in Moves Like Jagger, I met eyes with Maximus across the bar. And he moved across the floor and he totally swept me off my feet. He said “I have terrible news. You have cancer. Actual cancer, I can tell.” And as my eyes welled up, he said “Oh but wait. You’re better.” And I loved him, but it would never work because we’re both afraid of commitment, and he really only came across the bar to me to tell me he could tell I have cancer. What do I do???
Srsly,
Frumpstep
I always hang out with my two best girlfriends on my bed. But they have to wear socks because it’s my bed. I don’t have to wear socks because, again, my bed. MY RULES.
I totally get it, man. A bed’s gotta have a code.
My face while watching this:
So they just graduated from high school and he’s already bringing bottles of wine to dinner? Either he’s lying about his age or we’ve got a serious case of underage drinking going on here.
That video gets a lot better but you have to enter your credit card number first.
I kind of want her and Courtney Stodden to host an advice show where they both answer relationship questions all day long. Ideally it would be on the Internet, but also maybe for Lifetime or ABC Family.
I don’t have a lot of “dreams” or “goals” but I would really like to see this happen.
This girl is like KCC if KCC was into tanning and rednecks: “How To Find That Perfect Husband In College” by ‘sophgomore’ Amber Estes
http://www.redandblack.com/opinion/how-to-find-that-perfect-husband-in-college/article_8b6d38e2-c575-11e1-8ce5-0019bb30f31a.html
Her other articles include an article about how “50 Shades of Grey” should not be ‘denounced’ and another called “YOLO lifestyle promotes ‘spur-of-the-moment mistakes’”.
why is no one talkign about that awful nightmare bed spread, that i think is from the cindy crawford collection.
This is just a Dixie Chicks song gone mind-numbing.