With no snark whatsoever, I waited on Ms. Sevigny back in the late aughts (the 21st century ones!) at an eatery in Malibu. She was bright, humored, and engaging: the perfect antithesis to the bag of stagnant protoplasm she was clearly involved with at the time.

Josh, if you’re working in a restaurant where they give you 8 four-tops, plus a 6-top, you’re not serving food.

Sadly, somewhere, there is a highly paid restaurant consultant, who in all likelihood was paid a handsome sum to come up with an idea that would increase business in the eateries listed here.

Talk about a quintessential case of the kettle calling the pot not black…

I think a little of Ric Flair rubbed off on the good king…

Ms. Jenner’s example is an unfortunate one, not because it doesn’t merit an ESPY, but because it violates our society’s absolute distaste for anything that blurs the distinct lines we unnecessarily feel we need to draw between hot-button topics like sports, gender politics, and the value (or lack thereof) of pop…

One could make the argument that because, at least in theory, a teacher has a disproportionate impact on the lives and minds of their students, they are thus held to a higher standard of conduct.

In these times when people of seeming authority oftentimes abuse it in the flashpoint of dark engagement, I think the real focus here should be the security guard who so ably addressed the human oil slick whose tongue out ran her conscience.

Walmart: Where America Shops

I think your point is well taken. Mine is based on the unreal expectation that a fan could see a bigger picture than the one posed by their allegiance to a team that participates in a system that is as cancerously corrupt as FIFA and the other entities involved.

Two things:

What’s sad? I find it refreshing that all we have to do to effect change is refuse to buy certain products, the nature of which there are others choices for.

I used to work there, thus making that jingle the soundtrack to my hellscape.

Seriously, I was thinking of making some kind of lame reference to times being so tough we have to make due with but Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse, when I read your comment. Thus, mine.

Boom!

The video-selfie, born in LA. As it had to be…

From this day forward I will treat a menu with the proper respect that a lethal weapon deserves.

Oddly enough, I find this post cut from the same cloth as another one here at Deadspin, the one involving the woman who chimed in at the Indy 500, as the announcer was giving her “Start your engines” bit.

The cancer of self-entitlement just spread a little deeper into the national psyche.

It reminded me of the way he scissored Taj Gibson’s leg while on the ground in the series with the Bulls, which got him a technical. The next day.