Excellent Dog blog, which would have been perfect on the blog; DOG. RIP good Blog.

This is the best piece I’ve read on jezebel in years.

Over the years I have enjoyed reading Jia Tolentino’s work in both the New Yorker and on Jezebel but I did not read Jia profile instead I elected to read Luna’s. I am tired of reading features on Brooklyn base writers (even those individuals whose writing I admire) however I never tire of profiles on companion…

I love it. Everyone sucks in this story, but in the most petty and futile ways. It’s perfect.

I live there, and I can tell you that this is literally the most Manhattan Beach thing that has ever happened. A gaggle of rich entitled people with too much time on their hands. A pox on all their houses.

Knowing what we all know now about Weinstein, and imagining what it must have been like for Paltrow to be on a Weinstein project pretty much 24/7 from about 1995-2008, this fucked up wellness obsession kinda makes sense to me. Even if she wasn’t personally attacked/raped/harassed/blackmailed/what-have-you, she was…

Exactly. Prior to the Target opening across the street from the main campus of USC you had to travel several miles to the nearest one by bus if you didn’t have a car. It was not at all convenient. I speak from experience.

I grew up an evangelical, “speaking in tongues”, born-again Christian. I was anti-abortion, anti pre-marital sex, and had no idea what LGBTQ+ was (it didn’t even have the letters back then).

My son was projectile vomited straight into my husbands mouth. It was equal parts funny and ridiculously gross. 

Kids do weird crap. I’ve never had one stick my toes in their mouth but not for lack of trying. I’ve had one sneeze in my mouth. I’ve had one lick my ear. Bite my hands. Literally put their butt on my face.

Complimenting someone’s shoes is truly the best stranger-encounter you can have. No one is bothered to be told their footwear is cute. No one is reminded of their poor body image, that they’re feeling really bloated today actually, or put into that awkward space where you’re supposed to simultaneously accept a…

Keep this POS from killing himself until every bit of information is extracted from him, and then turn him loose in gen pop.  

The quote within the article is pretty misleading. If you actually take the time to watch the video, she says, “every woman’s nightmare” as she’s stepping on the scale, just before it reads the number 175. It’s the anticipation and fear of the unknown that she’s describing as the nightmare, not the specific number.

What surprised me most about this story—and the scandal Wu endured after being accused of “ungratefulness” following an infamous tweet—is how easily the media engaged with the narrative. As the entertainment press, we field emails from executives and publicists daily. Everyone wants top billing and a slightly larger…

Bass continued, “And so I took her to her room and we were sitting on her bed and she wouldn’t stop crying, so I was like, ‘I’m gay,’ and it made her stop crying … She chuckled.”

Referring to a letter received by a mother who owed $75, he told WNEP, ““Where did that $75 go? Is it going to cigarettes? Is it going to alcohol? We don’t know. That’s right, we don’t know that,” he said.

My mother told me that when someone sneezes the appropriate response is “achooie-woowie-woots!” Not bless you. Achooie-woowie-woots. I thought it was bless you in another language, like “gesundheit.” It wasn’t until I was an adult teaching middle school that anyone questioned “achooie-woowie-woots.” One of my 8th…

Okay, mine is lame (I have a birthday the day before a holiday and they told me the holiday was everyone celebrating me), but my mom’s is hilarious.

His twitter bio is “Mary’s husband.”

“’We are thrilled to be back home at NBC and writing for one of the network’s greatest stars of all time, Mary Steenburgen’s husband, Ted,’ Fey and Carlock said in a joint statement.”

So, so good.