To be a feminist, I quickly learned in my first year of college, I had to be an activist. I had to be angry about the condition of women around the world. I had to despise pop culture for maintaining the status quo. I couldn’t be interested in fashion. Nor could I straighten my naturally curly hair.
Go home for the holidays and run into old friends from high school. When you tell them that you live in New York, watch their eyes widen. They’ll say, “Oh my god, New York? That’s so crazy. I’m so jealous!” Have a blasé attitude about it but deep down inside, know they have good reason to be jealous.
What’s especially inefficient is when you stop for me on a busy two-lane road and I have to begin walking in front of you, only to realize that I have to wait for a number of cars going the other direction to pass. This situation can not by its nature have a positive outcome.
In this video, from a series Desktop Diaries from ScienceFriday.com, Oliver explains his scared work place. Filled with precious metals and child like trinkets, it is a rare and refreshing glimpse inside the thoughts of a true genius.
When it comes to getting a dog, clearly, the kind of person who chooses that as her profession isn’t going to prance over to a breeder’s and walk out with some asshole Pomeranian to lug around in her Louis V bag. No, Sophie’s a mutt.
Forced to decide between the colony and the ocean, a lone penguin decides to spite both and head towards the mountains.
In a massive thud heard around the world, Paris Vogue editor-in-chief (and my idol) Carine Roitfeld announced that she’s leaving the magazine. It’s not that she’s going to another magazine or anything (yet!), but more that she’s kind of totally over magazines. “I have no plan at all,” she said. “It’s ten years that I’m editor of the magazine.
The downside: If it’s possible to pay your bills, watch movies, listen to music, or have an entire romance by pressing a keypad, why bother leaving the house at all? Feeling horny? Get laid with Grindr, or have text sex. Pretty much the only things we can’t do with online technology are exercise and go to the bathroom, but I’m sure someone is working on it.
He ran down a long boardwalk and lept into the sea landing directly on the sharks head, killing it instantly. He is currently in the hospital recovering from alcohol poisoning. He has no recollection of the incident.
Jonathan Franzen and Mark Zuckerberg both recently appeared on the cover of Time, and never has the approaching-archaic magazine seemed so relevant, or at least tried to be, to “us”—a word which marks this supposed readership of the internet savvy and literarily inclined.
Babe Walker: The perfect man is Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic, meets Josh Hartnett in person (he looks terrible in movies) meets Gerard Butler never. Next question.
Be a freelancer. Because working for yourself is the American/Global Dream. In today’s economy, though, be advised that what freelancing actually means is a) abusing food stamps, unemployment and food banks, b) being a barista, c) accepting the money your parents offer and d) having one (two if you’re lucky) client(s) that result in about 15% of (what you tell others is) your monthly income.
But the real moment of epic hilarity was Nate Robinson’s attempt to celebrate with Pierce after #34’s big game-winner. Robinson takes flight, but Pierce is too busy doing his own airplane routine to notice. Nate hits the floor pretty hard. Check it out…
As I stood dumbfounded in front of the cooler, Johnny Marr walked off and began filling up a cardboard container with pre-prepared foods. As I watched him, I thought to myself about how unlikely it was that of all the places Johnny Marr might be at this moment, he was here, shopping at a Whole Foods in Washington D.C.
Teaching children to play in harmony is not simple. Parents know the challenge, and as evidenced in Ashleigh Nankivell’s “Helping Johnny Remember,” mothers and fathers raising children in the 1960s knew this as well. But what transpires in Nankivell’s remix of this once harmless public service announcement, originally…
If you like Kanye, or hip-hop, or good music (also G.O.O.D. Music), or Christmas, you will like this. The song is bouncy and fun. It literally sounds like an actual Christmas tune that you might hear over the speakers in Michael’s arts and crafts store, as you wait in that goddamn line for twenty minutes to pay for an embarrassingly crappy plastic wreath.
“WARNING: This jam contains extreme bass frequencies which may damage your speakers.”
Sometimes I feel like being gay is a full-time job. Do straight people ever feel straight? There are moments when I feel extra gay (like when I’m connecting to Britney Spears’ Blackout) and I’m not sure what that even means.
A Russian man confuses real life for GTA in a drunken rampage, another Russian bashes a third, possibly depressed, unflinching Russian in the head with a shovel, then awkwardly sits down next to him and stares, and a fourth Russian wearing a ‘bungee’ (read: rope) gets pushed off a giant bridge by her ‘friends.’ Videos inside.
Speaking of sex. I want you to like it. I want you to be sort of a perv and not be afraid to do, well, basically whatever I ask you to do. I want you to be strong. I’m strong, and I like to feel a little bit stronger than you, but every so often, take the palm of your hand and push my face to the side and press it down into the pillow – if for no other reason than to show that you can.
Liberty University, the private Christian school located in Lynchburg, Virginia and founded by Evangelical leader Rev. Jerry Falwell, featured an a capella Christmas rendition of Antoine Dodso’s viral hit ‘Bed Intruder.’ Video Inside.
Shown above is a standard taco—not the pre-curved ones from Taco Bell, but an authentic taco, usually made by actual Mexicans, especially in California and maybe Texas. This is not so much a “diatribe against tacos,” as the title of this article has rather glibly implied, but a diatribe against a kind of evasive vagueness coming from the people of Mexico about the proper way to eat one.
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She insisted, to both the principle and my parents, that I be tested for A.D.H.D. Mrs. Wilson was ‘interviewed’ by my pediatrician. I was interviewed and subsequently ‘failed’ a bunch of tests. I was prescribed Ritalin. To take three times a day. My mother refused to fill the prescription. I had a happy, stimulate free childhood.
The new function will allow users to report videos and YouTubers who encourage terrorism or spread propaganda through their videos. YouTube recently announced that it had removed hundreds of videos featuring radical Muslim cleric Anwar al-Awlaki, a dual American-Yemeni citizen believed to have been behind the failed Times Square bombing and the failed underwear bombing.
Despite being a junkie, Rachel claims to have a passion for art, which is further demonstrated in one scene when she takes stickers and puts them in a notebook to make a pretty collage.
The Twilight series of books/films is widely perceived to be bad, sexist and potentially in possession of a ‘Mormon agenda,’ even by people who have not consumed any of the books or films nor are able to articulate what a ‘Mormon agenda’ is besides ‘having a ton of wives’ or ‘not having sex’ or ‘having a ton of babies while being really nice to people.’
Making a fourth Scream is the rudest idea in the history of rudeness. Watching actresses like Hayden Panettiere and Emma Roberts act alongside 90s’ icons, David Arquette, Courtney Cox and Neve Campbell, seems unnatural and only seems to further reinstate that the concept of Scream doesn’t fit in with horror movies today.
The energy of the room was less like a punk show and more like a family affair with a hundred or so cool cousins you’ve never met. I wasn’t worried that my jacket would get stolen. I didn’t care that I was wearing Ugg boots and not combat boots.
An intern at Facebook created a map of the world defined not by geographical features or geopolitical boundaries, but by Facebook friendships. Russia and Central/North Africa don’t really exist. Map after the jump.
In theory, I understand that this is “funny.” It’s the oldest ad-trick in the book: take two seemingly disparate things and combine them into one hilarious, bound-to-go-viral video. Sort of like rapping grandmas or talking animals. In this case, though, a smooth, handsome dude in a suit is as far as it gets from an Internet lingo-spewing, baby pink truck-driving, boy-crazy, text message-addicted teenage girl. Ha ha ha, easy laugh, easy ad.
Work at a coffee shop but feel hopeful about your career in advertising, writing, whatever. Remember that you’re young and that the world is your oyster. Everything is possible, you still have so much to see and hear. You went to a good school and did good things. Figure if you’re not going to be successful, who the hell is?
In the summer of 1960, Joe Kittinger took a helium balloon into the Earth’s atmosphere. Once he reached the 102,000 feet (around 20 miles), he jumped. He freefell for over four minutes. Video inside.
But at their most lethally perky, the politics of enthusiasm are the Black Flag of the intellect, killing critical thought on contact. Consider the ubiquitous Favorite This button: How many favorites can we have? Isn’t “favorite” the Everest of our emotional lives, reserved for the acme of our enthusiasms? When everything is our favorite, nothing is our favorite.
Among the most common complaints about indie-rap group Das Racist is that their music is “dumb,” “silly,” “immature.” That they’re “over-privileged liberal arts college grads” who are “making a mockery of rap.” A friend recently laid out his issue with the Queens- and San Fran-born, Williamsburg-affiliated trio like this: “They have nothing to talk about. Their music doesn’t make you feel anything.”
Natalie Portman and Elizabeth Berkeley both play slightly insane dancers who are willing to dabble in lesbianism to get the career of their dreams and when the two films merge together, it creates a beautiful marriage of dance, paranoia and intense expressions.
For sake of continuity, we shall observe the informal (and somewhat politically insensitive) vernacular of “bros” and “hos” in the following article. May it be known that this contributor, with bro-like qualities, is not a full on bro; nor does he believe that all women are hos.
The inflatable roof of the Metrodome, home of the Minnesota Vikings, collapsed today due to heavy snow. This act of God postponed the game between the Vikings and Giants until tomorrow. ESPN is hailing the incident as help from above to keep sexting Quarterback Brett Favre’s historic ‘streak’ of never missing a football game alive.
Unlike the Dawson’s Creek gang, who worked phrases like “statute of limitations on mourning a break-up” into everyday conversation, these teens actually talk like teens, and this L.A. zip code isn’t populated by the sort of stereotypical archetypes that dominated The O.C. Liam is supposed to be the tortured, brooding hunk (see Dylan and The O.C.’s Ryan), but he isn’t just that.
I’ll probably spend a great deal of time on the Internet. Being on the Internet is the most fun ever. I don’t care if it’s cool to say “go outside and smell a tree,” or, “It’s nice outside, why stay cooped up inside on the computer?” All I have to say to things like this is: “Because I’m a grown ass woman and I can do whatever the eff I want, retard.”
Days spent at Bleecker Park, Leroy Park, and Leroy Library have given me glimpses of women who I am positive are in, as the Gawker article once noted, “sexless marriages.” They’re worn-out, annoyed, and very much “over it.” They can really only focus on their manicure, their high-end shoes, or the fact that their youth is pretty much over.
Taking a day off from flying fighter planes bare chested and shooting wild tigers, Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin displayed his musical talents preforming a piano solo and singing
“Blueberry Hill” for a cancer charity fundraiser at the ice stadium in St. Petersburg.
From the looks of it, we can expect lots of heartwarming stories about heartwarming people doing heartwarming things.
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Later that night his girlfriend broke up with him or something and I have a very clear memory of him crying in the basement and then running up a flight of stairs out of the basement, crying. I remember saying aloud “is he ok?” to which someone said “oh yeah, he does this all the time.” His dad has seen my testicles ~50 times.
I removed my Moleskine and asked what exactly we needed to do in order to proceed with the $25,000 Kickstarter plan.
Is it cool to like Best Coast this week? I’ve lost track. J/K , I don’t care because this record is amazing. I spent the entire summer making out to it and I felt like I was being transported to the beach with Frankie, Annette and the gang.
When you’re trying to unload your crap on the internet, you have basically two options: eBay or Craigslist. With the former, the man takes a portion of your profits, while the latter you get the satisfaction of having no paper trail. The Craigslist experience is also much more enthralling.
According to reports, political science professor David Epstein has been arrested for having, um, sexual relations with his 24-year-old daughter. Consensual sexual relations, that is. Though Epstein has yet to respond to the allegations, his lawyer has asked the Columbia community to “support him and give him the benefit of the doubt.” Hmmm. Epstein is now on administrative leave.
After three days of training, we were deemed ready for uniforms. No one asked for sizing information; shorts and tanks in size XXS were distributed to all. We retreated to the bathrooms to wrestle ourselves into suntan-colored pantyhose and elastic tanks—assuring one another the look was cute, or kawaii—and lined up in front of the trainers. They inspected us for uncovered tattoos, forbidden nail jewelry, and proper shorts length.
Yeah. I dunno. Are they on drugs? Why are they doing this? One time I saw some homeless people having sex in the parking lot of a condemned apartment in Seattle, but they just didn’t have any place to go. This is sort of uncanny.