I can't articulate why, but I find that incredibly gross. She's not her mom. Trying to fold her tragedy into her mother's strikes me as very... disrespectful.

I don't think it was cool, I was just saying there's a small chance she was afraid someone would attack her or her family because of the photo.

She had her back done.

"I hate both of them!"

My favorite part is the kitty just hanging out and "helping" hold down the fabric while she cuts.

Your doing the Lord's work, Sister Crosley. Well done.

The best part was that when my mom came to get me after I got fired (I was 16 — I couldn't drive myself yet!) she wanted to stop by the mall on the way home. There was a fancy new store that sold tapes and CDs (! — hey, this was 1986!) opening up, and they were setting up the store. In a fit of bravado I asked if they…

Best.

God, there's probably coconut in it, huh?

...OR she could choose her friends based on their personalities and not to fill some imaginary quota solely based on skin color.

Are you fucking kidding me with this shit? Is this how liberal white folks think? Gotta catch em all like races are Pokemon?

Kara, I know you're just being funny and not totally serious and using Tay Tay as a way to highlight something that's been talked about around here for awhile, White people with zero Black friends. I love you and this is just a little constructive criticism: Don't. Do. This. Again.

You know who didn't spend Thanksgiving with Terry Richardson? Gwyneth Freaking Paltrow. I award this round to Goop.

This practice makes me puke in my internet mouth. Why are you perpetuating this internet popularity contest? I'm a 36yr old outdoorsy father of a teenage girl. I read this article to try to understand the youth today. You should be ashamed of yourself. This article does a disservice to your niece. She's 17 and…

Absolutely. Then again, one of the nicest nights of my life was sitting outside of Preservation Hall in New Orleans and drinking an alcoholic slushee while listening to the PH Jazz Band playing inside on a nice June night.

My rule with adult beverages is, if I cannot imagine Frank Sinatra drinking it, it isn't an adult beverage.

Yeah, they aren't bad for an old Russian dude.

They're nice boobs.

Okay this part I agree with, though—

Oh, Jez has all manner of shit it's attempting to shove down our throats. It used to be that I'd look forward to checking in; not so much lately, although Shrayber remains a bright spot. I used to consider this a high-quality site and recommended it to anyone who would listen. It embarrasses me now.