Really, how is this different than those damn Dove beauty ads...from 2014?

This whole thread reminds me of a documentary series I saw last summer. It’s about an artist researching class and taste; how we use it to signify to others our class level. He turned his research into a series of tapestries. His name is Grayson Perry, and the whole series is very fascinating.

Cultivating taste means getting to the point where clothes are unwearable, food is inedible, and drinks are imbibable. Yeah, I fucking said, imbibable.

It’s clear Jezebel doesn’t know who Doyle Bramhall II is. Because if you did, you’d be more excited for Ms. Zelwegger. I was one of a few people who bought his major label debut single, “Geen Light Girl.”

That’s what upsets me too. There are good, even great cops throughout police forces. There are good police chiefs, prosecutors, and judges who fundamentally weigh justice over protecting a police officer. But to remain silent is complicit solidarity. We the people are traumatized by this constant violence. We are at a…

Let me just say that I watched this movie, sandwiched between "Ciao! Manhattan" and "Melancholia." I called it the,"Sad Girl Movie Madness" weekend. I loved it.

I hate when tax-paid service providers ask us what they want us to do about it. If I knew, I wouldn’t need you.

I’ve been trying for years with early 80s Nick Nolte.

Still nothing.

This is brilliant.

IF YOU CANNOT WRITE SATIRE, DO NOT WRITE SATIRE! STAY IN YOUR LANE!

A few months ago, I decided to bring my iPad to an all-staff meeting to take notes and look up references made by fellow staff. Personally, I found it very helpful. After the meeting my co-worker comes to my office to tell me that our president doesn’t like seeing staff on their mobile devices because it makes them…

So, this is where my current gig gets tricky. I like my job. I like the work I do at my job. However, I’ve noticed that because — I’ve done work for my company the far exceeded their expectations and those held to my predecessor, I only have a bachelor’s degree, and I pretty much participate in 97% of employee social…

See, I sing to keep from stabbing people. To each his/her own.

It accepts precisely one post-it note of names, and shatters almost immediately.

RIGHT!?!? Like, this can't be worn anywhere, it's meant for decoration, it's adorably tacky. Like the kind of thing you grandma who's an AKA would give you.

I'm surprised she hasn't done this sooner. Most of this stuff looks like hold outs from the shabby chic decor era of the the late '90s. Looking at this stuff, it's like you can smell the fake crackle finish.

THE PINK GLASS HAT. Wanna see how long you can keep it around the office before it shatters, breaking open all of Oprah's secrets.

There's no need to come to blows over this. This seems like something you could take to fake internet court, Judge John Hodgeman.

I've been drawing storyboards all morning, so this really made me laugh.